Lizzy Burnam 🐞

The envelopes, unopened still: 
a hill too great to conquer. 
It's not a matter of Free Will 
when Will itself meanders. 

The corpse uncovered Saturday
was Thursday's ultimatum.
It wasn't me who disobeyed; 
the hours altered cadence. 

I tried befriending Buddha, but
his mantras left me itching.
I even sampled the occult—
my mayhem frit the witches.

What's not to love of disarray 
when chaos kindles couplets? 
Coffee, fasting, cabernet: 
my mad-sci mixed nootropics. 

I guess there's always Adderall,
that mute American weapon. 
I'm scared it's worse than alcohol, 
my nimble wit be deadened.