First Friday from Oblivion Jones by Necropanther

“Look at his work
Arrayed on the wall.”
“Here is the artist,
Come shake his hand.”

“Nevermind you where,”
“Simply incredible!”
“From Denver you say?”
“…Dazzlingly grand.”

We’ve preserved your sorrow
To use in art again.
Your children’s pain
Is an asset for tomorrow.

The flats where the owners
Keep rows of Leonardoes
And sometimes bend an ear
To the ways the vintage vans go.

The adventurous among them
Find an unimagined sum,
A secret history presented in a chip,
And print a replicant from it.

Sing O Muse!
It’s your big debut.
There is hell to pay
On First Friday.

Experimental helicopters, tanks, moats, and krewes.
Dracula, Jay Gatsby, and Zelda live there too.
Razors, guns, crackpot ill behavior rages. Reams
Of writers, singers, dancers, actors, cocktails, and dreams.

Vonnegut smokes in the
most convenient chairs.
“A dignity in labor,”
4-year lifespan, pal.

Sing O Muse!
It’s your big debut.
There is hell to pay
On First Friday.

[Solo: Jones]

Out in the alley
Behind the gallery
Clouds catch the light
Of an impassive moon.

Ad astra per austerita.

The music of the spheres:
Truth is beauty, and beauty is truth.

• Blackened Thrash Metal
• Death Metal
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