The Good Times

I found the good times-
they were hiding in my pocket the entire time.

click-click-click
(says the shutter,
laughing slowly as I take them out)
I froze in an instant,
that is to say
    several instants
paper of glass where outsiders gaze
and see a lifetime together,
    with me at the center
all laid out in front of them.

What's this?
     they ask.
Who's this?
Where was that?

      …and it's ten years ago
sometime in the future
when we sprawled over the hood of his car
and laughed the night away as the desert stars came up above us

Man, those were crazy days-
those days years from now.

You could climb a stage and there'd be the crowd
and we danced for the night like savages to shock
those idiots in the back.

  Here, that there was my best friend
    -she had a thing for guns.
    Got a crazed little lantern in her eyes
and slammed boys back into the wall.
And that one there- man, where does the time go?
  we raced together down the beach
  ripping up sand as the wheels spun it away
    taking swigs and throwing them away
and trading blood for life.

Each face, I see them all laid bare
  as we spun and hammered and tore things apart
        That's a special type of grin I see,
         it sets your teeth on edge.
In a fury, you suddenly made the world
and in a flash you killed it.

Yeah, those were the good times for all.
The very best of times.

click-click-click for infinitum
as the camera rolls away

click-click-click forever and always.
You feel too much,
        it says.