Floyd Crenshaw Poems

she looks like
she just came
off a three day binge
or
...

line of sight was unobstructed
our eyes flicker
communicating through
years of practice
...

i
found a love
her name
is...
...

smoke constantly
to pass time
in this bubble
...

i am scared of commitment
of choosing a path
of staying a course
...

I am not a poet.
Just witness to this misplaced empathy of Our generation.
A tragic inability to identify with others.
A societal alien.
...

i want a girl that plays the violin, man.
oh, so well, won’t you know?
she drives the crowd absolutely mad
but she’s only playing for me, won’t you know?
...

right now
as they drink,
sweat and eye their
potentially profitable prospects
...

i think
i'm afraid of sleep
because it brings
tomorrow on
...

some days
i throw my
phone away.
...