The one
and only Al Banberg’s operetta Little Lulu
Livestreamed
from the Center for Rare Combinations
In Alpha
Centuri West.
It’s
like vertigo in a cactus garden
Is the
best way I can describe it.
Stone
cholos turned nouveau riche
Against
a backdrop of insurgents surging like false positives
Licensed
in all fifty states
Of
insanity, when state of the art
Becomes
art of the state.
Against
a backdrop of flight control teams
And
their counterparts in counterintelligence
Tracking
rocket grade ice cream trucks
In
confirmed free drift
Through
the identical twin sister cities.
Against
a backdrop of artisanal data mining
And
weewee pad manufacturing,
Think
tanks and citadels,
Supernumeraries
telling plenipotentiaries
Personal
stories about giving back.
Against
a backdrop of spikeball and berthing ports,
Bulky
item pickups, burning fiery furnaces,
Short
lists and free 30-day trials,
Peanut
Farms and marathons
Global
pawn shops and digital trading posts.
Against
a backdrop of cabanas and verandahs
A
pensive forest, cumbrous copse or stand,
Birds
gathering in the gathering trees
Like
gatherings in the lobbies and concourses
The
nooks and alcoves of the convention hall.
Against
a backdrop of theory freaks and black brant
geese,
Funny
boat racing on the Venice canals
Or that
Grand Canyon train tour
Or a
cabin by the lake
Or the
starter wickiup near an evaporating wadi.
People
meet at pickleball,
Fall in
love,
Partner
for eternity.
It has a
very happy ending.
Aw
baby don’t cry.