I was told there was nothing left; no reason, no conscience, no
understanding and even the most rudimentary sense of life or
death, of good or evil, right or wrong.
Look at every type of porn, read every kind of erotica, watch everybody
you see in the world with an eye to what turns you on.
The problem with vandalism is that it eventually attracts unwanted
Politicians are ignorant about trials, and they’re weird about evidence.
When crimes begin to pile up they become invisible.
Optimists write badly.
Write your name in graffiti letter with these step by step instructions.
Life is running away from me and the days are passing faster.
Marriage is a long, dull meal with dessert served at the beginning.
I swear to God, check the Ricky Martin People in the bathroom.
The urges need to be taken care of one way or another.
Without bacon, life on Earth as we know it, could not exist.
Maybe things are different, maybe they’re the same.
There’s no way it can end here.
We shall return as soon as we get our wig out of the toilet.
Oral sex on a female is called cunnilingus, and there’s probably an art to
it, but really, all you have to do is flail your tongue around like you
have no arms and you’re trying to navigate though darkness with
It was terrifying, like a horror movie where you run as fast as you can and
think you lost the killer but just as soon as you get to the house and
close the door behind you, he’s already in the room.
The only decision you’ll have to make here is to pick one of the data
John Lowther: “555 is a collection of sonnets whose construction is database-driven and relies on text analytic software. I crunched and analyzed Shakespeare’s sonnets to arrive at averages for word, syllable and character, these averages became measures for three sets of sonnets. The lines are all found, their arrangement is mine. Values for word, syllable and character were recorded. Typos and grammatical oddities were largely preserved. The line selection isn’t rule-driven and inevitably reflects what I read, watch, and listen to, thus incorporating my slurs and my passions as well as what amuses and disturbs me. These sonnets were assembled using nonce patterns or number schemes; by ear, notion, or loose association; by tense, lexis, tone or alliteration. Think of Pound’s “dance of the intellect among words”— The dance in question traces out a knot (better yet, a gnot) that holds together what might otherwise fly apart. I espouse only the sonnets, not any one line.”
Bill Wolak has just published his fifteenth book of poetry entitled The Nakedness Defense with Ekstasis Press. His collages have appeared recently in Naked in New Hope 2016 and The 2017 Seattle Erotic Art Festival. Mr. Wolak teaches Creative Writing at William Paterson University in New Jersey.