Trigger Warning: The following horror poem contains violence that sensitive people may not wish to read.
I used the title of a novel by a novelist who accused another novelist of plagiarizing the title of their novel, even though titles cannot be copyrighted, and at least eight novels use this phrase as a title.
I stole several phrases of this poem from a poem by a poet who has been accused of plagiarizing those same phrases from another poet.
I am not a professional poet. Poems I submit are hardly ever published. I have only self-published all my books of poems and my epic, so I have never been "published" by a professional publishing house.
I have never and probably never will win any prizes for any of my poems, nor am I a poetry professor at any MFA program at any university, so neither this poem nor any other poem will ever contribute toward "my poetry career" that does not and never will exist.
I write poetry for the fun of it, and hardly anybody ever reads most of my poems, therefore this poem is an exercise in ransacking the blood and bones of another poem since "mature poets steal".
Children Of Blood And Bone
© Surazeus
2018 12 02
After she screams insults at him with sneers,
calling him limp rubber hose and foul mule,
he punches her mouth and breaks seven teeth,
then stares at her eyes blazing with contempt,
ramshackle girl spitting teeth in the sink,
as she gives him bloody Cheshire Cat grin.
"When I was twelve my step-father would punch
my face while raping me so now I must
be punched to achieve orgasm of pleasure,
so how do you feel falling in love with
ramshackle girl spitting teeth in the sink,
since we are foul children of blood and bone?"
Swigging beer, he throws his red baseball cap
at the television and roars out, "Stella!"
then they both laugh and she kisses his mouth
with blood of despair, so he sucks her neck
and drinks spinal fluid of her blind rage
to taste the blood and bone of her desire.
"If you trace the foreign topography
of my alien body, you will find God
in my skin because I am the Holy Grail
since I create new bodies from your sperm,
or so said the boy who wants to repair
my broken princess soul and crown me queen."
He pushes her face down over the round table
and howls, "I am the wolf in the wild woods
and you are my little Red Riding Hood
for I will ride you till you burn with love,
my sweet ramshackle vampire pixie girl,"
then gropes her while she laughs at their mirage.
"I am the fish who escapes in the ocean
and you are the angel who guts my soul
by cutting me open with your desire
for I am buoyant in the sea of darkness
who wears the mask of benevolent God,
so you should die for the sins of my flesh."
"I am the Fisher King, savior of love,"
he laughs and crosses himself as he humps
her burning agony, "so I will build
cathedral of malice from bloody bones
of your innocent passion for the truth,
since you can never hide from my desire."
"You men are weak and insecure of love
for you want every child to be your own
but women choose the strongest man to breed
and laugh when you kill each other to win
the most beautiful girl, but beauty queens
are infertile mules of soulless perfection."
Howling in wordless agony of pleasure,
he blows his brains across the universe
to spiral galaxies of flaming seeds
that flash from orgasmic big-bang of birth,
then falls on the couch to smoke cigarettes
while she writes their names in blood in the window.
"I remember every time," she stares down
in abyss of his soul-consuming mouth,
"my female ancestors experienced orgasm
and created bodies of hungry lust
who chased each other in ghost-shadowed woods
over millions of years of transformation."
"You are not some piece of meat to me," he grins,
"because, of all the girls I ever met
you are the only one I ever want,
so my genes must want to reincarnate
with your genes in holy regeneration
so our son will rule as king of the world."
"I hide my true self so deep in my flesh,
every time some man claims my blood and bone
as his possession to breed conquering gods,
I wonder who I will be when I wake
on the other side of death in your Heaven,
ramshackle girl spitting teeth in your heart."
"We are too broken by America,
land of the greedy, and home of the lusty,
so we will never rise above our pain,
for what does not kill us gives us a lot
of weird unhealthy coping mechanisms
and a dark sense of humor based on truth."
Giving her ring he stole from random girl,
that gleams in moonlight, he kisses her mouth
still bloody from lust, and proposes marriage,
so she slips it on her left middle finger
and flips him off, then aims gun at his head
and blows out his brains on the bedroom wall.
Taking all his money and credit cards,
she jangles his car keys, then washes blood
from her mouth, then drinks the rest of his beer,
then shatters the window smeared with their names,
then drives his car on the freeway in snow,
and sees his face in moon of blood and bone.
"How fast can I forget I am alive,
still aching with pleasure of bitter truth,
since I am Virgin Mary in cathedral
that worships woman who can create life
since the Holy Ghost is the sperm of men
as I create children of blood and bone?"
I used the title of a novel by a novelist who accused another novelist of plagiarizing the title of their novel, even though titles cannot be copyrighted, and at least eight novels use this phrase as a title.
I stole several phrases of this poem from a poem by a poet who has been accused of plagiarizing those same phrases from another poet.
I am not a professional poet. Poems I submit are hardly ever published. I have only self-published all my books of poems and my epic, so I have never been "published" by a professional publishing house.
I have never and probably never will win any prizes for any of my poems, nor am I a poetry professor at any MFA program at any university, so neither this poem nor any other poem will ever contribute toward "my poetry career" that does not and never will exist.
I write poetry for the fun of it, and hardly anybody ever reads most of my poems, therefore this poem is an exercise in ransacking the blood and bones of another poem since "mature poets steal".
Children Of Blood And Bone
© Surazeus
2018 12 02
After she screams insults at him with sneers,
calling him limp rubber hose and foul mule,
he punches her mouth and breaks seven teeth,
then stares at her eyes blazing with contempt,
ramshackle girl spitting teeth in the sink,
as she gives him bloody Cheshire Cat grin.
"When I was twelve my step-father would punch
my face while raping me so now I must
be punched to achieve orgasm of pleasure,
so how do you feel falling in love with
ramshackle girl spitting teeth in the sink,
since we are foul children of blood and bone?"
Swigging beer, he throws his red baseball cap
at the television and roars out, "Stella!"
then they both laugh and she kisses his mouth
with blood of despair, so he sucks her neck
and drinks spinal fluid of her blind rage
to taste the blood and bone of her desire.
"If you trace the foreign topography
of my alien body, you will find God
in my skin because I am the Holy Grail
since I create new bodies from your sperm,
or so said the boy who wants to repair
my broken princess soul and crown me queen."
He pushes her face down over the round table
and howls, "I am the wolf in the wild woods
and you are my little Red Riding Hood
for I will ride you till you burn with love,
my sweet ramshackle vampire pixie girl,"
then gropes her while she laughs at their mirage.
"I am the fish who escapes in the ocean
and you are the angel who guts my soul
by cutting me open with your desire
for I am buoyant in the sea of darkness
who wears the mask of benevolent God,
so you should die for the sins of my flesh."
"I am the Fisher King, savior of love,"
he laughs and crosses himself as he humps
her burning agony, "so I will build
cathedral of malice from bloody bones
of your innocent passion for the truth,
since you can never hide from my desire."
"You men are weak and insecure of love
for you want every child to be your own
but women choose the strongest man to breed
and laugh when you kill each other to win
the most beautiful girl, but beauty queens
are infertile mules of soulless perfection."
Howling in wordless agony of pleasure,
he blows his brains across the universe
to spiral galaxies of flaming seeds
that flash from orgasmic big-bang of birth,
then falls on the couch to smoke cigarettes
while she writes their names in blood in the window.
"I remember every time," she stares down
in abyss of his soul-consuming mouth,
"my female ancestors experienced orgasm
and created bodies of hungry lust
who chased each other in ghost-shadowed woods
over millions of years of transformation."
"You are not some piece of meat to me," he grins,
"because, of all the girls I ever met
you are the only one I ever want,
so my genes must want to reincarnate
with your genes in holy regeneration
so our son will rule as king of the world."
"I hide my true self so deep in my flesh,
every time some man claims my blood and bone
as his possession to breed conquering gods,
I wonder who I will be when I wake
on the other side of death in your Heaven,
ramshackle girl spitting teeth in your heart."
"We are too broken by America,
land of the greedy, and home of the lusty,
so we will never rise above our pain,
for what does not kill us gives us a lot
of weird unhealthy coping mechanisms
and a dark sense of humor based on truth."
Giving her ring he stole from random girl,
that gleams in moonlight, he kisses her mouth
still bloody from lust, and proposes marriage,
so she slips it on her left middle finger
and flips him off, then aims gun at his head
and blows out his brains on the bedroom wall.
Taking all his money and credit cards,
she jangles his car keys, then washes blood
from her mouth, then drinks the rest of his beer,
then shatters the window smeared with their names,
then drives his car on the freeway in snow,
and sees his face in moon of blood and bone.
"How fast can I forget I am alive,
still aching with pleasure of bitter truth,
since I am Virgin Mary in cathedral
that worships woman who can create life
since the Holy Ghost is the sperm of men
as I create children of blood and bone?"
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