Write Poetry all you Want, Michael Bay has his Finger on the Pulse
The last act makes a film. Wow them in the end, and you got a hit.
Robert McKee from Charlie Kaufman’s Screenplay “Adaptation”
I scream,
“Get the in car!
We don’t have time for your stuff.”
[Pan Right]
As you run and hurl your agile twenty-four year old body
slow
motion
style
into the passenger seat of my silver Toyota
[Cut To]
Everything else is a montage of squealing tires and stick-shifting and
gas-pedaling
all the way to the California border
[Long Shot- Helicopter]
In the last ten miles the cops take up the chase
(for building dramatic effect)
They chase the car like a kite tail
but they are to late and they know it
I play some obscure retro-seventies funk on the radio in the style of Tarintino
(which is to say, in the style of someone he stole from)
as you fire clip after clip
out the back window to keep the sirens at a distance
And as we barrel over the state line into Oregon
The real California
from San Diego to Yreka
sinks into the pacific ocean
like the Red Sea from the Ten Commandments
but it is real this time
the real mother fucking California
no blue screen, no model, no CGI
The end, roll credits
house light come up
And you and I
we made it
and must begin out lives now as refugees
Epilogue
The nation commemorates this day of tragedy
when the ocean was stopped the mountains of the Sierra Nevada
the death toll was just shy of 37 million people
Bombay India is now the movie capital of world
China’s Hefei city became the new Silicon valley
Oliver Stone did a movie
Unfortunately he was out of town at the time
and I was played by Daniel Craig
and you
Halle Berry
I got a job for a while at a coffee house in Eugene
and you worked at a bowling alley
until you got excepted to Grad school in Denver
and I got into Brown 1,954 miles east of you
and then we had to decide
how much of what we had risked together
was worth
the sacrifice of keeping
