[older I get]

older I get, more serious I become
_______about wearing
_______makeup and wig.
caftan, too. always interested in a rub, kind sir:
_______love yr eyebrows.
_______admittedly, my pix
_______disguise age.
mix turquoise, king’s blue, bluish purple: impose mix
_______on passive quinacridone
_______violet’s impersonality.
try to figure out how clearly delineated
_______“subject positions” find
_______angles of mutual
_______pleasurable engagement without
_______destroying each other.

Joan Rivers baking Xmas cookies seen sideways
_______through tunnel window’s
_______mirror lake Simi-
_______lac® simulacrum.
“this administration is the worst thing to happen
_______to orange since
_______Agent Orange,” quips pundit.
every novel I love is fragile. red stars
_______on black duffel bag
_______triangulate with
_______Lynn Redgrave’s in-
_______dependent sources of self-
_______esteem, not harvested from Lear.
wrongly seeking sublimity in barn-roof gutter crevice.

lucent ceiling corrugations a dauphinois
_______potato when his Pompeii
_______gaze claims me, then disappears.
kouros-carved lips, stone lingerie, scandal
_______pudding: congregated
_______shames comprise a menu.
hives on my calves, awaiting Purim-Benadryl’s
_______alleviation: sob-collapse
_______throws ash on coffin
_______lowered: crowded town
_______car back from cemetery
_______to capers, cream cheese.

abstract expressionism is what happened at the hospital:
_______fools disputing climate
_______change, Tiffany
_______blue establishing shot’s
_______concentrated inattention.
“I’m glad you gave up the figure,” she said:
_______but I haven’t
_______stopped pursuing nudes.
to be the dread golem, aloof in Prague, boning
_______up on feuilletonisme,
_______Eton pea-coat toggles
_______unclasping gelt-Jocasta.