TOZAN SHEET #38

what is poetry
is it supposed to be beautiful?
what ISN'T beautiful?
it's all in the shit of the beholder

i ate cake just now
but i was sloppy with my bite
and the cream smeared around my lips
and i saw myself as this sloppy cake-eater
that's tozan, folks
elite as it gets
eating cake with poor motor control .

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i wish i was a slut
for just 1 day

sluts are jubilant and scantily clad
sluts don't philosophize
sluts are all hips and ass and necks and smell like 8 kinds of crap
sluts just banged around
like rotting sea bone

 my man-dip could be like a Popsicle
for powdery candy girl-mouths
they just lap at it absent-mindedly

the way the ocean laps at a dock

why is my little stick so hidden

it's the area 51 of sex

/


tozan sits at 3AM at a low table
nothing is going on

/

tozan's watery grave


i want to be fabulous like a bomb factory
i want to be like the smoke from a ferarri's tires
i want to be the sex kitten viewed through a peep-hole
i want to be the bang of a temple drum

tozan
eyes like the large hadron collider
tozan
like hanging out with dwarf generals
tozan
losing your wallet inside a whorehouse
and being too ashamed to return

tozan who burned all his bridges
now it's just murky expanses of sea

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

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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 #34 YOU ARE GOD

"I am a god...

 not the God, I don't think" Phil says, later adding, "Every day I wake up without a scratch on me, not a dent in the fender. I am an immortal."

When Rita remains unconvinced, Phil goes on to explain the entire restaurant's customers and employees names, desires and history, explaining his all-knowing abilities by saying that maybe the real God has just been around so long and that's how "he knows everything."

That's Bill Murray GROUNDHOG DAY BITCHES
WHY DON'T YOU WAKE UP HOLLYWOOD WANTS US TO UNDERSTAND
EGYPTIAN MAGIC

U FUCKS
 

TOZAN OCCULT MANIFESTO ON MANIFESTATION MAGIC

You can have 3 things. Anything more and you're just in a fucking toy store.

Pick 3. If you were going to die today and you wanted to develop those 3

Fearless JACK MOVES.

Bruce Lee: "Get your emotions into it!"
Bruce Frantzis: "Yeah, in other words BECOME A PSYCHOPATH FOR THE WEEKEND."

Dogson: FIGURE IT OUT FOR YOURSELF

Tozan: I NEED MY DICK SHLOPPED

God fuck
I ran out of cookie

I ass-raped a duck
I ass-raped a fish

Everybody sing
Everybody dance

TOZAN
the only fake zen master give u PRIMAL ROMANCE

Bemoan the lack of intellectual curiosities and jewel-encrusted gems
All my friends are made to feel uncomfortable chilling with me in 5 star hotels

What, you don't like opulence?

WHAT YOU DON'T LIKE MY GOLD-SLATHER GODCOK?

Mew mew.
I'm a little cat

CATS DON'T USE CREDIT CARDS TO MY KNOWLEDGE

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Explore your options

A. Be estranged from your spirit and slagz around in your hell karma

B. GET FUCKING HARD ON IT

I'm doing it
Day in, Day out

Look
I actually do energy work when I wake up

I actually embrace that I'm a God.