I Dont Have a Pen

Illumination from the entrance Make it vivid that Jefferson is ‘crazy’ Scripts splatter on the bare floor Engulf with writings from the mind Dramatizing the lines with emotions Aghast! I stand watching the Jefferson Displaying competency in a dramatics loom Madness of characterization of the lines make the Poems visible from his drama the dance steps in resonance with the utterances as he maneuvers moves stealthily is Jefferson crazy? Before I could write the last line Suddenly, he falls and breathes endlessly He lay like a tired butterfly… Have you seen one before? ‘I don’t have a pen’ he recounts ‘I don’t have a pen ‘ he utters breathing heavily I don’t have a pen too I respond I was just writing from my mind On the table I see the line ‘I don’t have a pen’.