jason shirts

jason's shirts
are everywhere,
partied off outcast yardsale style outside the
sleeveless dance party.

beer cased,
that brand new form of
self immoliating, being drawn
to the scene of the most

intensely available debauchery then
curled up like a child and sleeping
while we say hi to him
anyway.

we break bottles
and piss on each other, pretend
our piss is a weapon and tomorrow
never comes and later wonder why

jason is well rested and we
grew up dumb