Floyd Crenshaw Poems

the point
at which
i know
i like
...

sitting on my mountain's top
snorting like some pig eating from a truffle trough
rounding like some vulture over valium's vault
...

found you, july, on the beach
the sun-glazed-protection slicked across your skin.
the water spotted breeze poked holes
through your cream white skirt
...

my parents always said
think before you speak.

i think i have s.a.d.
...

i'm becoming
more of
a staple
than
...

that night i threw my keys
into the lake
thinking i found a home.
...

Today I almost hit a car.
Well, the car almost hit me.
Barreling through the commuter lot,
At least twenty.
...

this mask
i put on
for you
and
...

a situation
a thought
the presupposed future
that future's paralyzing past
...