Macbeath Again
Stardust, noodles, and prankster photons
Microbes run living systems. Prankster photons and noodles mingle making gut noises. A wave of compassionate clarity. Nature is reality. C3PennyOpera, and yes, all of us are cameras.
Signals bounce off the bottom of the estuary, R.V. Bowser is on the rocks already. Our captain and Macbeath sang, “We are a little bit of everything”. I never took up knitting, but I did do a lot of sweeping and reading. I still do some.
I am hooked on prankster photons, noodles, and research vessels.
I wait for Netflix to sit just around the river bend from the Better Duck Inn, near where the steamboats docked way back when Grant rode his horse at the track that became Fort Monmouth.
Noodles, Netflix, photons, shellfish, and respite. Abstractions, distractions, American fascism…I could go on and on. Life During War Time. (Byrne?)
I can still hear Macbeath and the captain (as much younger captain) sing as a child sing.
“I’m a little bit of everything “He begins, firmly
The second line is sung by our captain as a child,
“I’m a little bit of everything” She sings, pointing to herself proudly and maybe even a bit defiantly.
He repeats his line, no less defiantly, and then she does the same.
I’m a little bit of everything (him)
I’m a little bit of everything (her)
Now the second verse he starts…him now pointing at her
You’re a little bit of everything, playfully accusing, he sings.
Then she points the finger at him and sings the same line right back at him:
You’re a little bit of everything, she exclaims.
He repeats the line even more fervently, and she right back at him, again.
You’re a little bit of everything (him)
You're a little bit of everything (her)
The last verse is the two of them, together singing the next line twice looking at each other and two at the audience:
We’re a little bit of everything,
We’re a little bit of everything,
We are all a little bit of everything,
We are all a little bit of everything.
In fact, we are no less stardust than we are today’s breakfast.
