for ever ago being a smartass and wanting to be as "cool" as doctors and farm -assists, I'd decided on this signature. Justifications ruled, and shorter-making a long name seemed a wise time-saving device. It wasn't until the ole brain began to shrivel that I realized that in reality, my signature was actually independant of the alphabet. Had nothing to do with letters. Was more intimate and somehow closer.
It was a shadow. Which, to make it look as though it was the "T" and "M", I'd have to squat. Hunker down, as if taking a shit, leaving a piece of self for sniffers of different persuasions. Also, a signature as old as the world. Territorial marker.Was an appealing discovery for my vanity. A new way of being different. Another phoney originality. Less virtual?
Being busy was a good reason not to think too much about it.
The gentleness of it sometimes seemed poetic. Through clouds a light softer. Touching earth just barely.
Harsh at noon. A blast.
Naked, cold, and shivering, without mistakes.
Fire in my heart, with coffee, cigarette, always near
Multi-layered fat, an onion. 
The gentleness of it sometimes seemed poetic. Through clouds a light softer. Touching earth just barely.
Harsh at noon. A blast.
Naked, cold, and shivering, without mistakes.
Fire in my heart, with coffee, cigarette, always near
Multi-layered fat, an onion.
Full of pebbles...
Each, a story.
People known.
Places seen.
Not really there.
In dark it don't exist
