Original Scientist Poem by nathan martin

alchemy in me causes my marrow
to glow a little brighter.
a translucient halo filled with uncertainties
adorn's my ghost.

this time i will use the old broom
in the corner to sweep him away i think
before he becomes to drunk by the
window seals light.

which now cast luminous psalms
written on scroll's of dust, scattered around
wieghtless they swirl and drift upwards.

once again i turn to the scientific method
walking into the kitchen i pour
black coffee into a white porcelain cup.

no cream or sugar for my apparition,
as the gray pigments begin to
fall all around.

my ghostly fellow becomes
discontinous and undone

and i am awake.