Joey Sechrist
Honorable Mention
Stamp
Eyes imbued with a red fluorescence
His closet blinks open and stares
He yearns for the star of morning
The ring of the trumpeting blare
The ivory flannel, he blindly grasps
Pants scarlet of rage belated
Mirrored by snickering decadence
Girded by shades he once hated
His suitcase created of Brother’s flesh
Carried with spite-laden snorts
Shuffling down avenue’s granite
To stamp every rancid report
The labyrinth walls, a darkened dream
A maze replaced grey cubic cages
Yet he’s lost now more than ever before
His hooves scarcely turn all the pages
Sour subservience settles his tongue
Rage emaciated leaves the dregs’ haze
For the furnace of guardian’s duty
Stagnated for years without blaze
The cuffs of his sleeves are his shackles
The daily commute now his chain
The bull roars it’s head in defiance
For the normalcy made him insane
