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

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

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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?

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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 #22 50 SHADES OF GAY - TOZAN ORDERS A BUTTPLUG FROM AMAZON

Attention, Attention
Zen master Tozan ordered a butt plug from Amazon.com
Anal hubris
Anal Wall St. Journal

Wear it while you trade dividends and futures
The price of gold (and my necklace) is going up, up, up
Francincense and Myrrh are not traded on the commodities market
WHERE THE FUCK IS YOUR FRENCH RESTAURANT NOW?

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 3 wise men:

1. gay
2. faggot
3. nigger

you approach me with your arms out, as though to hug
you're making yourself a huge fucking target
military contractors don't hug
they cover their genitals in lamp-black

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fellatio of the mind
clutter lives in the subconscious
do you know where your pizza cutter is?
do you know where that novelty t-shirt you got last year?
do you know where the tarot cards

i use aleister crowley like a dental drill
scuzz living in my neighbor's etheric field
concussive bass music and preserved egg from the chinese restaurant
sweet oil progressing thru your chakra matrix

i am the latent scuzz filling your orifices with caviar
i have a little air-compressed tube to fill you with caviar
jesus, this is grotesque!
mohommedddddddddd knows the retinal scan is really
an anal scan

TOZAN SHEET #19 - FILTHY SEX MAGIC

ZEN MASTER

so i ruined everything, i poisoned everything,
i expose insecurity, i expose vulnerability, i expose weakness,
i expose vacillation of will, weakness of SPIRIT
all drunkards will be burned at the stake
TOZAN insert racial slur here

cut cleanly at NECK
FAGGOT

the real material is dangerous. there's no money in poetry or in my faggot cock.
oh yeah now i'm getting to it.

ZEN MASTER
OCCULT WITCH DOCTOR TOZAN
EYEBALLS DISCONNECTED FROM BRAIN STEM

sit in my ruined hut and squirt.
ormus gold pendant around my neck like a lesbian's strapon

oh, oh, he's talking about sex again, i was taught that sex is dirty
i was taught to repress all my natural urges, i feel angry

waaaaaaa
here
use my cock as a pacifier

TOZAN SHEET #14 - GIVE UP. YOU CAN'T PLEASE DADDY.

wish poets included a pic of their expression during the writing
Most of these academic fucks make me sick
Cling to these little estuaries because your fossilized karma won't ostracize
Like a gay ostrich scared to fluff his ass-feathers.

Robert Frost and Ginsberg and Whitman and all those fags
Come on
DEAD ALL OF THEM
DEATH URGE

I am the only immortal, poet, fake zen master remaining
My shit is very rare to see like a horned loon
You don't know what a horned loon is?
XACTLY

Taste my bread of the chocolate
Inner sanctum guarded by 12 fossilized gay owls with blade feathers
Make it real.
You drink from the serum of 12 scotches and you wonder why I'm doing plaid cocaine from the INSIDE of my brewery no yeast here

you blame all kinds of forces
huh
i guess you could keep doing that...

doing it like that's kinda not good
i'm the only one
i'm the only one doing anything real
i'm writing this across the street from a wendeys
none of them know the fake zen master is right here
they're like "maybe if I add cheese today or go for the frosty..."
"maybe that'll SAVE ME"

hehehehhehe
from what

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a good experiment is to drop whatever you're supposedly doing
i did this easily b/c i had this idea like, oh i'll impress daddy
then daddy died
who am i going to impress now
i picked another person but then i had total contempt for that person
so i was like oh right it's just god everywhere
WHAT'S LEFT
=
FAT FUCKING COCK

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you get up in the morning like "YES I'LL WIN TODAY"
WIN WHAT YOU DUMB FUCKS

I can feel the rushing idiots in the collective energy field
This is why I have a WRATHFUL lethargy
 people look at me like O FUCK
HE'LL GAG ME WITH HIS COCK

yep
i will meditate you to death 

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

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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 #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.

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Artists are the closest to god

Because

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

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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!

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