Involution

Mel + Sanj (Jan 2011)

We started with a confibulous alphabet
and drank too many words.
My Great Great Grandfather
painting frescoes with an electric toothbrush
is not futile.
He watched his son grow up
and immature by flint and fire
eating microwaved beards.
His offspring, bald and rich
unplugged the candle
(save the ozone!)
leaving her children invisible
their complatitude waxed
into today's watchoholics.
It is not always what goes after it;
it's how it relates to what goes before.