Floyd Crenshaw Poems

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

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
...

smoke constantly
to pass time
in this bubble
...

home
is safety
home
is naked
...

some days
i throw my
phone away.
...

you are no book
i can read with ease
like i developed
over night some
...

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?
...