The Vision of the Balding Gent (Edit, title change)

[vagabond]

Leading Light


Hooded phantom with a scythe?
Don’t be silly!
Death’s a leggy Usherette, hot-pantsed,
short jacket double-breasted,
pillbox cap set at a saucy slant.
Follow her dim flashlight—
and, in truth, firm twinkles
of her gleaming gams—
down long declining aisles
to a place assigned,
arms full of buttered popcorn,
Good&Plenty safely pocketed.
Previews run,
outlasting food and breath;      i like this opposition: while G&P is pocketed food and breath  run out (or is the popcorn in the usherette´s pockets.. if she even has some)

fall into sleep anointed,                            in the poem´s context i don´t quite see how the sleep became anointed.  probably i just don´t get it but maybe it could be left out.
jumbo soda tumbling, last thought
not of Feature but                                     there´s the cliche of that movie that last runs which comes to mind here.. can´t quite fit it in though, so if you meant feature to signify something else maybe it needs to be clearer
those crisply crossing thighs.

Death—what a concept
to assuage the boredom of
our binding immortality!                 is this a change of subject (s)?
You hidden Manager, I’ll bet                  change again? i´m a little confused
you take her home
after work.

Alternate title:  "The Vision of the Pensioner," which unfortunately doesn't work in American English.

As a first cut, are the first two lines necessary?

the second half of your poem pulls the reader out of the dreams.
i´m not quite sure where the usherette came from in that context.

first i thought about the manager being something like god, but then it would also fit to really let him be a pension fund manager, i bet he finds death sexy (at least in statistics).