These pages three, in their loose ‘n blank-lined state, are, together, a haiku.
Art ‘n poetry.
The grain is mismatched ‘cross the breaks.
たにくしょくぶつ が さかるます。
Watashi wa neko!
A chattering of consciousness: Spanish, left; English, right.
First. Last. Any.
Does it matter, though?
Th’only rule (really) is: it simply has to feel like one.
Take the ink from the (FlexGrip) pen; articulate the uncontrollable.