What We're Like
You know those car chase scenes
where two exotic cars are barreling
through busy cities wrought with traffic,
and they finally face off head-to-head,
and with needles buried into the redline
smash together
obliterating themselves in a huge fireball?
We're kind of like that.
You know those sci-fi shows
where a planet hangs in orbit
around a huge blistering red sun
and all these little spaceships are fleeing
as fast as the possibly can into space,
and the sun goes supernova,
an expanding shockwave
devours the little ships,
crushing the planet to bits,
obliterating the star system in a brilliant flash?
We're kind of like that.
You know those action espionage movies
where the male agent
chases the female sniper
through hallways of steel and glass
and although they've kissed in the first act,
and had sex in the second,
her bullet lies embedded in his shoulder,
his knife wound grazes her thigh,
and he corners her in the control room,
where she ambushes him with a kick to the back
so they scuffle and fight,
intercourse with fists and kicks
until they collapse to the ground
in blood, sweat, and tears
making out madly...
until the robot ninjas show up
and the air is full of bullets and glass,
adrenal fear and carnal lust,
exquisite lighting, stunning cinematography,
Chinese action jumps, jaw-dropping digital effects
but the onslaught is too much
and they both agree to press the big flashing yellow button
his hand on top of hers as they continue to rain lead into the camera audience
obliterating themselves and the robotic army manufacturing center in a nuclear explosion?
We're kind of like that.
But, you know, hopefully with a happy ending.
where two exotic cars are barreling
through busy cities wrought with traffic,
and they finally face off head-to-head,
and with needles buried into the redline
smash together
obliterating themselves in a huge fireball?
We're kind of like that.
You know those sci-fi shows
where a planet hangs in orbit
around a huge blistering red sun
and all these little spaceships are fleeing
as fast as the possibly can into space,
and the sun goes supernova,
an expanding shockwave
devours the little ships,
crushing the planet to bits,
obliterating the star system in a brilliant flash?
We're kind of like that.
You know those action espionage movies
where the male agent
chases the female sniper
through hallways of steel and glass
and although they've kissed in the first act,
and had sex in the second,
her bullet lies embedded in his shoulder,
his knife wound grazes her thigh,
and he corners her in the control room,
where she ambushes him with a kick to the back
so they scuffle and fight,
intercourse with fists and kicks
until they collapse to the ground
in blood, sweat, and tears
making out madly...
until the robot ninjas show up
and the air is full of bullets and glass,
adrenal fear and carnal lust,
exquisite lighting, stunning cinematography,
Chinese action jumps, jaw-dropping digital effects
but the onslaught is too much
and they both agree to press the big flashing yellow button
his hand on top of hers as they continue to rain lead into the camera audience
obliterating themselves and the robotic army manufacturing center in a nuclear explosion?
We're kind of like that.
But, you know, hopefully with a happy ending.