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Afternoon coffee shoppe

I see this room coloured
in browns, yellows, and greens
from the ceiling to the floor;
some grey splashed in between.

There are three kinds of lights
setting the atmosphere
the lamps, the sun, the “brights”
adding some warmth in here.

Quiet kitchen sizzlin’s
cut through radio jazz
with machina rumblin’s
that add to the pizazz.

Last, there are my fellows
who’re scattered ‘round the room.
They come and then they go,
usually too soon.

The aftermath

With my bloody knuckles
and my bloodier knee,
which threatens to buckle,
what will become of me?

I’ve struggled and I’ve fought
just like the stories tell
but all that I have caught
are just all kinds of hell.

Now I see the limit
at the end of my path
but I cannot submit
to their justified wrath.

I’ll struggle to the end
because that is my way.
I’ll roar and rip and rend
on this:  my final day.

Annoucements (including big news)

First – I’d like to thank all of you all for helping me cross the 100 follower milestone on Tumblr this past month.  Thank you all for being so awesome.

Two – I’d like to explain what I’m doing for November’s style.  Rather than choosing an existing one, I will be attempting to create and standardize my own style.  At the end of the month, I’ll post a formal name and an explanation for it.

Three – after much thought, I’ve decided that I’m going to self-publish my 365 poetry once this project is complete in the first week of December.  My goal is to have the book ready by early January of next year but, seeing as how I’ve never done anything like this before, that date is subject to change.  Gonna try damn hard for it thought.  Since I’m going to be doing this out-of-pocket, I would appreciate any and all help you fine folks can give helping me to get the word out.  I really want this to be a success and I can’t do it alone.

Four – since I’ll be publishing, I thought I’d try to clean up one glaring issue on this blog:  March’s incomplete Villanelles.  I tried Villanelles four months into this project, bit off more than I could chew, and only completed 14 of the 31 poems for that month.  I aim to correct this prior to publication.

Wish me luck.