This Is Where BuddWrites

Photography by Supreme Optics Photography

August 19, 2019

Two ears; to hear themselves read.

Two eyes; at least one viewing the words I prize.

One mouth; but never a taste to swallow my doubt.

Nose goes; smelling inspiration of a foe.

You won’t need hands; unless you desire to thank this man.

Blessed to have stress; how else would I write through this mess?

What about feet?

Don’t need em’—the internet’s already beneath him.

A gut feeling?

That’s up to your brain; it holds the steering eyes if it’s insane.

So walk with your vessel; if you can’t, crawl weak one, I’ll bring it home as best done.

I’m no hack—I’ll likely fail in front of you.

But I was here.

To prevail in past views.

Does this sound like you?

-Budd