The poetry, I mean.
I'm going to be like a modern Shakespeare character coming out with great speeches in a rural setting ...
Nature, you dig?
Sky, sea, sand ... rocks!
Green fields.
The works!
And don't forget ... the sun! ... oh, the moon!
Also ...
The cosmos!
'The stars, Mikey!'
Yeah.
All mingled together with great, universal words!
Maybe I'll develop beyond that at some point, but that's how I see the first and second volumes going, roughly eighty to a hundred poems.
Listen, kooks! ...
You've got to have a vision!
Do you dig???
'Nice one!'
Laters.
