the leader of a no-good gang

[sundays50]

-I-
brained with maggot
they thronged my pedestal
I crowned of plastic rose
pricking my ears
to and fro --

limp body spills
I was gutted flesh by pound
by the demons
thirst-stricken dumb-throated
pregnant with buzzing
hatching by the maggot
empty vault of Night
within their misered bounty

-II-
truth is
too bitter a drink
untranslated stars
so clouded by
eruptive lightnings

-epilogue-
i hear a motor peculiar
stretching its legs too long
down highways of the soul
and a noise to be Drunk!
crazily screaming
at the sky
windily bitterly
nothing --

and when the noise is gone
only the dregs remain.

[Silven]

I detect an influence of drugs in this poem.

Forgive me if I'm wrong...

A spitefulness is also apparent, perhaps unrequited feelings?

All in all, a very curious poem, asking not one question in particular, in a series of highly volatile situations.

Nonetheless it stirs curiosity within one's self, questions that I dont know the answers to, namely due to the vagueness in the asking.

Perhaps next poem, try to hone in on one of the many feelings this poem protests.

Thanks for your submission.