10-05-2017, 10:46 AM
edit1, title change;
The Vision of the Balding Gent
Death’s a leggy Usherette,
short-skirted, 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,
hand clutching saffron popcorn,
candy safely pocketed.
Previews run,
outlasting food and breath;
fall buttered into sleep anointed,
jumbo soda tumbling, last thought
not Our Feature Presentation but
those crisply crossing thighs.
Death—lovely concept to assuage
the sameness of our immortality,
you grinning, hidden Manager!
I’ll bet you take her home
after work.
Thanks to both critics, some of your criticisms addressed and (I hope) questions answered.
Without, however, explaining
The Vision of the Balding Gent
Death’s a leggy Usherette,
short-skirted, 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,
hand clutching saffron popcorn,
candy safely pocketed.
Previews run,
outlasting food and breath;
fall buttered into sleep anointed,
jumbo soda tumbling, last thought
not Our Feature Presentation but
those crisply crossing thighs.
Death—lovely concept to assuage
the sameness of our immortality,
you grinning, hidden Manager!
I’ll bet you take her home
after work.
Thanks to both critics, some of your criticisms addressed and (I hope) questions answered.
Without, however, explaining
Non-practicing atheist

