TOZAN SHEET #36 POEM FOR MILITARY CONTRACTORS

"You can't write poetry on the computer." -Quentin Tarantino

Anti-novelist
Anti-human
Anti-life
Anti-pages.

Drown
This is a progressive drownings
Let it wash over you & over & over
Putrifying literary ideas in the scum of those glossy-page journals wasted toilet paper pulp
Bring me your crinkly brown paper chapbooks with the poets cum smeared in
Bring me arterial plaque

Tozan doing red velvet lines off my macbook in preparation
spilling wine and coffee
And like once a month, semen





Tozan free rides kundalini penis pump 28th st. Fantasia silicone enlightenment lube bulb pineal gland eggshaped liminal rimbaud lightgland inner island

Filtered through a crystal mind or a smoke mind
We cast spells in the ice for a winter

It's gunna take me a minute to get back into this

I'm thinking about Schwarzenegger, how he got into fights every single day when he was juicing, in his heyday

The mechanism of power, and not in a James Hillman kind of way

Not in a Foucault kind of way
In a Remmington shotgun kind of way
In a Rinzai kind of way

Shove a neutron bomb up your ass, burn me at the stake for witchery way

Black herbs and sugar all over me.

I have more in common with military contractors than poets.

Tozan lathering his hands in cedar smoke.

Drinking sake and oil from dead stars.

Purifying.

TOZAN SHEET #35 STOP FUCKING AROUND

Anti-zen master

I'll put this as politely as I can:

YOU'RE FUCKING UP

What's the point of zen if you just fuck around

And leave your dirty dishes everywhere
That's sloppy just end it

If you feel negatively you're doing it wrong and totally fucking it up for yourself

Everyone that suffers on the planet is a reflection of your fractured psyche

FIX 

hackerspace . . . entering quantum zen floatation space
when you give up and stop trying to be pretty and stop trying to make it fucking perfect and you just let it rip from your gun-tits that's when the milk starts flowing and people are lined up around the block to drink the milk from your tits.

MILKY TITTY

I could make a little cum pastry and each guy
you know?
heh

/

Each little miracle in life
And it comes quantum

A little treasure hidden in your asshole

Like Tozan's finger
Don't look at the finger, look at the
ASSHOLE

/

A little apothecary of drenched sexual fluids in my closet
hehehehehehehee
I'm liek the marquis de sade except not locked up
heheheheheh

/

These are the Fine Poems.
Someday somebody will be like
Tozan wrote Fine Poems
Here you go.

If you want something, just get it. You know?
Can you work 13 hours straight on a project without stopping?

What's stopping you? ARE YOU BEING A FUCK?

What's the point of zen if you just fuck around

And leave your dirty dishes everywhere
That's sloppy just end it

TOZAN SHEET #33 HOUSTON WE HAVE A BIG COCK

Houston we have a big cock

I'm putting ants in my coffee

Cordyceps and Ants
Star Anise

I can feel the awe building up in my body
The germ of a crystal palace

Magicians make magic happen

& magic happens more

Kybalion: thinks reproduce after their own kind

First my cock gets a little bigger
Than bigger

Then u gag

Tozan is like fresh white linen
That you just had anal sex on.

It's not for me to say where you leave off...

Tozan the Dionysian

Tozan with bronze breasts

Tozan the ormus-fed calf
Tozan with golden thighs

I relax in the tub reading occult manuals

1933 was an excellent year.

Thomas Troward, HERMES--
Bitch have you even been to Egypt?

/

My emerald heft

My strong wooden shaft

My hard bone rod

My genital bookshelf

You find me in the tub, languishing between two pillars of ivory

Comical the root of the Beiber and the French cosmonaut

Dread Roberts (the pirate) and a fellow named longshanks
DO YOU EVEN LONGSHANKS?

"Keep Calm And Longshanks"

EDWARD DE LONGSHANKS

III PRINCESSA OF WALES
Cut the throat while you snob a portion of perfume bottles
From a lively place, coming comically, applying your rosebud nectar
I can see thru wooden and glass partitions
I can see the hard drive partition in your soul
RUN LINUX bitch a faggot taoist linux

Put in the codes just right and U snot out a hexadecimal hieroglyph
shaped like an infinity symbol on crack

dear infinity,
have you been smoking crack?
I lust after your primordial body
love TOZAN

TOZAN SHEET #12 - ARE YOU IMMORTAL YET?

Are you Immortal Yet

Write me something challenging, she sez

Why seek out the fake zen master

I'm the one who meditates tho

It's true that I sit and don't do a thing

It's true I rarely j/o my f/c

It's true I stare at the sun, moon

It's true I drink the nectars essences and dews
It's true. All that shit I sed is true.

Coffee is the laffy-taffy for grown ups, it's addictive
And people's neurotransmitters are all fucked up
I drive a $70,000 car so I park the shit sideways

And I have no license plate

The Bavarian Illuminati regards me as a harmless cream on top

I just need a donut a donut

Why are women scared of being seen as a hole

The hole is in the brain for most of us
I am celibate in the sense that even when I have sex I'm fucking GOD
And when I'm not fucking I'm still being fucked by God

So I guess the fear of being nothing is accurate
But it's nothing all the way down
Or it's Turtles all the way down
Or it's Bavarian Donuts all the way down
Or it's Holes all the way down

Or it's coffees all the way down
Or it's Tozan Sheets all the way down

Down, Down, Down

Read Richard Fariña's
 Been Down So Long It Looks Like Up To Me

(Random House, 1966)

Read MATRIX WARRIOR

Read POETRY AS INCURRIGLBLE DOGFOOD by Ferlinghetti

Big Red CACK on the front

/

I am an entire city

My poems are sold on the waterfront
Where the gothic steamships dock

Unloading crates of severed heads for Kali's Candied Heds
My bespoke British candy shop in the tourist trap section of my pineal gland.

Come and take your clothes off and straddle me and lower your wet pussy onto my cock.

That's pretty much it.
All of the intellectual stuff is like a poo-poo platter in a bad Chinese restaurant
And you're like "I don't want any of this stuff."
You don't want the savory sugared pork sticks
Or the deep fried tofu crab in cream cheese

Or the gluten-sheathed pork and veggie cud potstickers dipped in GMO soysauce

And you don't want the rice pork dim sum dumplings
And the rice comes from a bleach vat in Shanghai

YOU WANT TO BE FUCKED BY GOD

TOZAN SHEET #6 HOW TO MASTER SPACE-TIME

better to remain silent

oh well

a skullduggerous invincibility hangs around me like an everything-proof cloak

poetry is constantly being written [in light] on the inside

red-orange fire letters
they vanish
like it or not

god vanishes

WHEN YOU DON'T MEDITATE.

regularly.

chi in the tan tien is legit, too.

real quick this is how to master spacetime:

cut your hair short or, OR:

very long.

you're like: "long ago..."
fuck long ago

NOW.

/

TOZAN SHEET #4 - FUCK ME OR MEDITATE

Fuck me or Meditate

Let's lay everything out. Let's throw it all down like 52 pickup.

"WHOOPS!" let the fucking maids pick it up.

KARMA. It's not what you think, but how.

Assume you are God. #1
Otherwise you're on some slave shit aight?

How many people in your life
Worship you like a god/dezz

Anyone? HELLO SELF WORTH ISSUES

SAMSARA =
ON SOME SLAVE SHIT

Then you try and do something "something"

Then you look for something "out there"

Basically you're getting stuck for $$$$$$$$ but they don't get at the root

Burn at the root of your karma
Fuck me or meditate. Those are your only 2 options.

/

Artists are the closest to god

Because

Once you're enlightened, there is nothing to do, except play with the form.

/

Tantra or just give up

Did u breath consciously today

R U fucking retarded? That's like white belt jutsu

I sit in silence in my parlor.

Yes I have a parlor.

If you don't have a parlor just give up.

I took the dharma name 'Tozan'

Before you ask, it doesn't mean ANYTHING.

Eyes. Crucial portals. Cruicial Crucial.

Gag reflex disconnected, in comes the art juice

Gulp Gulp Gulp

Till you vomit butterflies and concrete

I am way out there
I am not gettable in the conventional sense
I don't have little hungry feelers seeking emotional gratification

My eyes are tuned to a live channel

I have found locations inner that are pure of this static junk
I am invincible because the reflection connection is 100%
I took the dharma test and scored 100%

I'm a rapper so I'm happy to brag about it

Here's Tantra:

It actually goes too 1,000%

But anything over 100 and you get whatever you want
And have no problems.

Flat out.

Read The Dalai Lamas On Tantra
Mullin, Glenn H
Snow Lion, 2013

Read The Tantric Path Of Indestructible Wakefulness

Trungpa, Chögyam
Shambhala, 2013

914 pages

Read The Tao of Wu

RZA (from Wu-Tang BITCH!!!)

Riverhead Books, 2009

You have no idea until you bottom out.

Solitude is preferable.

Hideous in its insightful reticence.

O fuck I spelled that right 1st try!

/

TOZAN SHEET #3 - THE ANSWER TO EVERYTHING

the answer to everything

"you talk too fucking much" -tozan

deep in my ear canal is a part of my ear canal that isn't moist
it itches because colorado is dry
part of my chest hair turned white when i meditate in joshua tree

i don't give a fuck about transmitting accurately
i can see with picasso's eyes

hypercube
nonplanar geomoetries
fuck your mindset up
i'm better than drugs
i'm like this all the time

i am starting the smarter than you, richer than you and hotter than you club

tons of rich, smart and hot people can join
but not you

(written for my ex-girlfriend)

/

god is my ex girlfriend

now we're into deep meta-territory
where even the idea of a wall crumbles

you walk around in shambles like you just ruined your favorite outfit

molten lava inside your bank statement
imagine it
you go anywhere

hollow

you try to break open a whale bone and suck out the marrow
but cheese pizza comes out

alive in nothingness

everything is sleek and black
for a while it looks sexy
but your dark, warped reflection grows too eerie
you hate looking at it for a while and make violent art

then you get used to it and are void of course

this is why we're meant to just FUCK

in the cottony alone void

in the kali yuga

ketchup is not flavorful
you have to use blood.

/

TOZAN SHEET #2 - PICASSO + TANTRA

Let's discuss PICASSO

1. Your attention span increases 10 times a day. Now you read entire books in one sitting due to your abiity to not give a fuck and be in your own energy field

2. Your eyes are brimming with this noisy passion because you actually care about being alive and your spirit is aligned with the life forces so you're constantly being inspired

3. Focus intensely so you actually finish works of art and put them out like your garbage for the dumb fucks to get confused about

BUT YOU YOURSELF
ARE CERTAIN OF WHAT YOU ARE DOING

IN & OUT

Let's discuss fucking.

I mean, "Tantra."

Secret discipline first of all. If you talk about it, people choke or burn.

Know what the fuck you're actually doing, and do it.

Destroy any sense of limitation or egoic smallness or hidden carefulness.

IN

Inspiration preferably very good art. Legit consciousness. Powerful Personal Presence. You are a sponge. You are a submissive on all fours getting pounded. You are getting drizzled with genius reconceptualize every element of life down to what you put in your tea down to how you sleep and for how long.

Crazy minx nobody sees you for 3 days you're ----> IN <----

Tantric lover fux you for 3 days ---> IN <---- every energy orifice vortex vortices orifex

OUT

You create things finished products for the dumb fucks to puzzle over
While you remain completely clear and certain about what you're doing

You have the attitude of continuously fucking up your opponents

Be it the internet or confused self-attitudes or boring habits of being bored

You are being seen and fretted over by dumb fucks everywhere
While you continuously keep fucking them up with art

OUT
Lots of energy pouring out
There is no such thing as "THE RIGHT ONE" or "WHATEVER ONE"

If it's truly whatever you wouldn't notice it
You only notice what you create
If you hold it in contempt that means you actually really care about it

Which means you fucking love it

Keep resisting it it will come harder on you every time

I have come blood before
I used it to paint masterpieces

-Picasso OUT