THE MAD SCIENTIST

This morning, ever since breakfast,

With a scheme in my head, my radioactive

Mind clicks like a Geiger-counter.

I am manic again. The Maniac loose

In his laboratory. My fingers play

With the dials of my electromagnetic

Thingamajig, while in Florence-flasks

Liquids effervesce. I could blow up

The world. My assistant says Doctor

And I remember who I am and why I am

Here this morning, my scheme to talk,

Communicate with a Creature From outer Space.

My earth-bound colleagues bore me.

How much I could learn from a creature

Not of this planet, how to soar in the galaxies

And live forever. I seek Superior Knowledge.

So, I must find how to say I love you

In Martian, before they come, again,

To take me, jacketed and screaming, away.