Good Times

The crazy nights

were the best

nights, like the night when I slept on the

bathroom floor by accident

and you didn't know

I drank so much

pinot.

But, we laughed and cried and

smiled the next day

and we knew we were

in

love.

 

When we ran through the woodlands

carving nonsense words on the

tree trunks and drawing

faces in the sand in Asbury Park.

It was fall and it was rather cold, but

who cares.

We were walking, didn't know too much

yet, and we both said we had to

pee so we

went to the

Port-a-John.

I felt so comfortable and didn't have to

lie cheat stutter stumble

anymore.

 

You would pick me up, we'd

buy the wine and then we would

chill

out on your

old sofa.

The magic would spark like a needle

and send us both to

paradise

and we would spend all

night in the bed making love.

 

Those were good times.

What happens to the good times?

 

I wonder where they go

once they are

finished.

 

When I find out, I'll make the

trip

again.

 

Reviews

[Zaliodir]

I really enjoyed your clear open voice as you wrote this poem. It flows nicely, and has an ebb and flow that makes it feel fluid. I also love the nostalgic hindsight that is so apparent here. I too wish sometimes I could relive all the great moments I have had with my wife. It was a pleasure to read this fantastic poem.

[rutherford]

How I liked the image and lines of wondering where the good times have gone and the magnificent ending stanza. Put me in the mind of being insanely in love. Great string of words, "lie cheat stutter stumble"

[Kees Kapteyn]

You know it's funny that at the same time that I read this, I'm in the middle of On The Road, and here you are; Countess Kerouac, writing about the same kind of joie de vivre that I'm reading about. Again- your relationship with this person is utterly without pretentions- no wonder you're in love. I have this kind of climate in my relationship with my wife too, but the realities of life intervene- kids, jobs, responsibilities and we cannot as often live in tune with each other. That's why we love the weekends we have when we are alone and, like you, can make love when we want to, talk at length about whatever is on our minds and sleep in the warmth of each others arms without interuption. I love your voice and your poetry- it's so open and deep.

[Tara Jean Olson]

brings such a wonderful scene to mind.
i love the format which you apply the context.

[Father Mojo]

the second law of thermodynamics wins at everything, even in relationships. i personally love that part in the relationship before we start hating each other.

the poem reminded me of "Living in Sin" by Adrienne Rich, which you can read yourself athttp://www.poemhunter.com/poem/living-in-sin/

since i have nothing ultimately constructive to say, i'll just say, nicely done.

[Gavin Keary]

It is a really good poem. I like the way that you use the actual names of places (at least I think they are). Good stuff, and I look forward to more.

[Kara Emily Krantz]

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i haven't done that in a while - the whole a;dfja;ljf a thing.

but it means i LOVE it.

"I felt so comfortable and didn't have to

lie cheat stutter stumble

anymore."

yes yes the whole piece is incredible the flow the content i am so happy. i knew if i read enough today i'd come across someting brilliant :) and this piece is it :)

the only thing lacking? my one criticism? the title. BORINGNGGNNNG. the piece is so much better than that
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