**Labor day Freewrite**

[Matriarch]

from fodder to king of the hill, the distance is clear,
as problems mount. darkest clouds ~ vision impaired
pompous route span beyond a doubt. Seasonal glare
fisticuffs against the winter months breathing affair
seeking butterscotch scent. a lock of her hair..
recall that posthumous caustic touch. Silent despair.
His smile. Her tears. Behind the veneer,
reside a faintest bit of purpose.
tainted. bitter. circulating riot. We share
the simple science of fear ~ tired and intricate
limelight: victim of hightime stimulants
my time’s contingent on constituency
picture this scene. Baudelaire, picket fence, kids with disease
conspicuous design - i seek to find what’s true
lex talionis ~ I’d give an eye for an “I love you..”
It’s spite! It’s crude. Defiant. Rude.
Warfare. Scar bear. Violent tune.
Fighting for truth. Pious proof.