Anyone got any thoughts to share on this poem?

Glory be forever
to the pretty-headed heroes
and heroines

Unending shapes without artforms,
who dyed themselves in the colours of the palette
and painted their youth without adding water.

Who hung upside down in Soho bars
and painted the floors with vomit and pocket change,

Who ate fire and drank chemicals in cold-water flats,
watching the apocalypse
on black and white pocket televisions,

Who shaved their hair and slept naked in coverless beds,
tasted metally flesh and black delight on tablespoons,

Who drew up plans to invade Turkmenistan
on the back of a matchbox
and lost it out the window of the Airport bus,

Who drove a car with no radio to the end of the world,
pitched a tent under a Rose-bush and overthrew the Government,

Who reinvented their hairstyles seventeen times
and got jobs at the Post Office as Cleansing Engineers,

Who walked backwards on their hands
over rough gravel with their tongues hanging out
to lie on the floor of the houses of their birth
and stare up at the Bathroom light without blinking

before getting it together
at forty seven
to paint an abstract mural of 'The Great Deluge'
in three sessions
as a gift
for an old folks' home
in Knightsbridge.

Excellent. Nice to see work by an adult here!

There are several literary magazines you might consider submitting this to; SWANK is one, here's a link if you'd like it...

You can also find contests and literary magazines seeking submissions in Poets and Writer's Magazine online.

It is sufficiently recondite as to lack essential meaning for those of us who are not conversant with the subject matter. That said - I still enjoyed reading it. I like your work.

Eeww, vomit? Other then that it's okay.