ode to friends

wheels spin as a rice ball rolls
the sticky rice carries me
(not so sticky, held with bungee cords)
across a multi-colored nation
red, orange, fuscia alert

despite the possibilities awaiting us
my mind sticks, like the rice ball
to a certain number
...#6
and a certain crew

similar to another crew
who defined themselves in film
through bacon and eggs, french toast, and coffee.
each of us could be defined
as a persona, a personality, or stereotype

the critic
the space-cadet
the nonsensical emailer
the chiller
the vocubulist
the poop-talker

will these characters be washed away
by the steady streams of a rainy day?

i fear so, for my future city
stole the name of my birthcity
and also stole the sun
AND may steal our memory yet

i propose
through cheers bros
a reuniting
of laughter lighting

a.k.a
what i mean to say
though we may be
quite far away

let's remain
in touch
through the
godamn
blog