The anthology of poetry written by yours truly, S.E. Bess

  The bleating of my alarm awakes me from my peaceful slumber. I wake up, and take my state mandated vitamin supplement, before the retinal scanner above my bed can register me being awake. And start its bleating alarm. Which happens anytime, I deviate outside the allotted time. Warning! Warning! Subject-1073-9 has not followed ample instruction. Series -97 [Unpatriotic Endeavors] will activate in: 15...14...13...12… I put on my blue hemp-fiber jumpsuit with the orange letters, “Citizen-1073-9” plastered on the back. I sit on the edge of my state mandated cot sized 2,3m single [man] barely thinking about tying my worn out boots. Because today is the day. I work at a factory, which produces protein bars for the ration packs we are given for our expertly calculated, state-allotted caloric intake. What we do is; farm locusts on a massive scale. We take their larvae and mash it into a paste, and then we form it into various rectangular forms. Again based on your allot...

  Someone yelled,”Hey Charles!” as I was closing the door to my locker. Having just finished, maneuvering my books around, and stuffing my bag with the books I would need for the 3 classes after lunch. My hand was clutching the green tea can with the false bottom. I was pawing it, almost like a religious relic. To afraid to let go of it, and with the unease from having it at school, faltering only when I was touching it. My buddy Tim yelling to grab my attention so we could walk to lunch together. As we did every day. Brought me from my fear induced stupor. “Hey Tim whats up?” “Not much, why you nervous gaylord?” He said slamming my locker door. “Fuck off man I’m fine. I drank too much coffee this morning.” “Oh ok, you seen what Darlene was wearing today?” He said, with a goofy grin tearing at the edges of his face. “No.” “Oh man, she had white pants on, and you could see her underwear underneath them dude. Holy shit!” “Oh cool, maybe we’ll see her at l...

  I wake up every morning, I grab a bottle of wine with only a third in it from the  night before. I grab my adidas athletic bag full of prescription pills as I sit on the  edge of my bed. Firstly, I take the opiate painkillers I’ve been addicted to for 14  years. After that I take a 85mg amphetamine pill. As to give me energy through  the day. Next I take a blood pressure medication, and then an alpha blocker as to  elevate my blood pressure from the opiates and amphetamines. After that I take  an anti psychotic called xyprexa. Naturally to stop, my racing thoughts, and deep  rooted hatred for life from bubbling to the surface. I take my anti-depressant.  Everyone is on those? Not really worth describing. And Then I take a  benzodiazapine anxiolitic to stop the cacophony of adverse symptoms from  hitting my consciousness like a cannon charge slamming into a war-torn building  or vehicle some where in Syria or Ukraine. My musc...

  Her voice dances through time provacatively. I love it so, I need it now. I receive  it, and in dire straights. I believe it. Every word that leaves her tongue and caresses her lips. I must have it. Her everlasting Her touch of lightning. It consumes me I cannot eat I cannot think I cannot sleep I have no peace. Until she speaks upon my throne of suffering. Her loving praises.

 Alright, this is a memoir from inside the bathroom. I arrived sometime between seven pm and 2am. I was very excited to have recieved an invitation to the most exclusive party ever thrown on the planet. The Puerto Rican hooker I brought along was very chatty after vacuuming a pile of crank in the back of the limousine. I did enjoy her company, and the exotic flavor of her voice for a time. Although that fondness quickly dissipated after we had arrived.  We cranked one out inside the hall closet, and I told her she had to stay in there for 30 minutes after I left, or I would refund the venmo payment. And call in a bomb threat to her hotel room. For some reason, the look of alarm on her face, and the satisfaction of smearing my spank on someone's four thousand dollar Armani suit. Made her exhorbant price well worth it. I moved quickly, living the scene of my obscenity, and into a far greater travesty.  I left the hallway and ran into a drunk woman a few feet from the...

A faint breath of a familiar haunting Song caressed my ears, I tried to follow it, and catch the goblin. Lying in wait. right beside the trap he laid. Strumming a lute, his companions, whispering a flute. They danced a jig. An enticing one, I fancy. Not far away, a rancid broth. Frothing and bubbling. Their musical spell, tickling and shoving me ever so closely. Gleefully I wish to indulge. To gorge my gullet. Full to the brim of their fanciful bowl of brew, a slew a mix of something so good and new. But alas, I know the goods they peddle the game I will not meddle upon. Could never be something so good and new. Something old and foul, rancid, a serpent lying placid. Until his time to strike his acid poison. poised in wait.  Wallowing lazily. The air grows dim, my eyes hazy. My understanding, thin, my mind spacy. Soon I will not fend. Against them. I will give 3 pence, all my  expense. To hear their song it won't be long...