Family audit two

with the swoosh of rollerblades
he talks to me
I smile to confirm this
But I feign ignorance too
on so many points
they include the grim busts of a woman and a man
In an old abandoned room
Where they keep the statements

They have a lot of work to do
As they breathe deep
The damp odor
of their windowless room
Where also lay
The mother’s new child

Here
At every flash of lightning
Paintings recede into the walls
Combining dim transformations
With images of Chinese men
Flagging down
busy women in the gutter
Who break into slimy pieces
while I prod
Symbolizing the nature of relationships

But I’m just one of many
Who own sections of the worm
All those wriggling parts
that really belong to someone else
But there they are
In neat piles
Flickering with ghastly images
In the storm

I assure you
I provide
Valid and reliable information
About soft bodied invertebrates
Individual organizations
Their Systems
Their Processes
Their Projects
From the safety of my Apartment

bestowals of overall value
determine
The truth of all my guests
Here and now

But back at the Ilikai hotel
or at gold bell towers
Through the thin slats
Near the ceiling
A woman paints
The depiction
Of innocence spread out
Futilely
So I walk away as do all the rest
Under the lightning
Illuminating
Two old men in their chairs
Those deluxe and legal chairmen
Here to inventory her paintings
Since the hotel opened its doors
On February of 1964

Her fame grew
After she attained Singaporean citizenship
Securing her place at her new home
Yes the Singaporean population
Is Elongated and fat
And all her paintings are imbued with the family history
Her job is to talk about new family members
And their errors
With her brush

Like a family auditor who refuses
To believe what he hears
And sees too much in mother’s fears
Which are visible through
Windows reserved for the guests
Of her portrait gallery
Where the walls express opinions
Like the muffled howls expressed
About the dimple on a child’s face
as we glare and walk past

Yes that mole develops
From cellular level
moles inspires you to just wash the infant
With the water of Chinese Singaporeans
Who constitute, incidentally,
78% of the oceanfront hotels
Situated on the Ala Wai open
alas they Distract me as I usher you into the art gallery

Unfortunately
Due to practical constraints
We may have to postpone the tour
Due to the auditor’s recent verdict
The bad news set her gallery
At sea
And her ship became
A tattered and ghostly discovery
yea mother heads home
while I take the bus

On board I distract myself
scalping medusas
While mother magnificently sails
aboard her vessel
The SS Transgenderized

Quite a mouthful until
You consider
Where she was born
She was patented by Disney
And has effectively achieved internal control
The goal of the audit

So I arrive on the bus
And she arrives in a black sedan
Pulling over from the throng of cars
On the highway
So to keep up with her
Upward mobility
I take a yacht to the edge of Waikiki
This act provides an assessment
Of the system’s peek at a thunderstorm raging outside
With lightning and optical illusion
Indelibly marked in the busts of history
Determining the true nature of me
As I slide
Down
Estimating the rush of sewerage
Sliding sliding
Taking advantage of permanent residence
Like a human who turns into a worm
and Burrows through the earth

Provides reasonable assurances

I hang out on a staircase which leads to a demur young man
who sprouts snakes from the white pain pon his face,
His task accomplished,
Yet a little black in his
Symbolic documentation of my family,
In his little cubicle,
That rolls across the ground

Later I walk up onto the sidewalk
Thinking,
I never will stop prodding
For I suspect that I belong
To another woman
Who I have audited and evaluated
Due to the advent of the terrible child
Who is not her own
Nor mine

This woman stands at the end of the hall
Turning her head in frames
I watch from my musty room
Staring at passing paintings
Unprepared
As it is all constructed
To follow the peculiar paths
Of the gutter
Like a Chinese man with a stick
Leading magnetically
Squirming pieces
Of a dissected worm
out of earshot of his
yodeling evaluations
Based on work derived from a test
Rather than through
asexual reproduction
Hereby creating a new form of individuality
I call vivisexuality.