Valhalla 500

[billy]

any heaven worth knowing
is accessed through blood

The road of devotion
tolled by tellers, who never see a pale face
unless to pluck their barbed flowers,
has more curves than straight-aways

but the planes, once ridden
iron the kinks out of the fabric
to single threads
each one its own dish of warm milk
each one straightened out enough
to vanish

everday appears again everyday

bones ache from want
blood yells outside the window
of unrequitted love unrequited

a car is stolen to reaquaint reacquaint
with the road
the motors fuel
registered is this the right word? would registers work better?
and release i think this stanza needs some grammar

the carburetors open
the paradise of throttle
forgets of the scars
from barbed flowers it's like an ad for a high

the road to devotion
is paved with punctured skin

the only heaven worth knowing
is accessed through blood

the highs get better and the lows lower. it;s sounds a bit too trippy for me but and this is a big but. i think the poem works, it puts the reader into the feel of needing or wanting to go to a higher plane only drugs can provide.
some good images throughout the poem, i just wonder if the metaphors are too intricately put together. you have some spelling mistakes that could just be americanisms.

thanks for the read