The Plant of Joy

[Brian Roberts]

The sun is hatched, its yoke half-bared, (The metaphor "sun is hatched" fits nicely with this poem, good start!)
corralling minions from their roost, (Interesting, I like "yoke half bared")
That tarp of dark hung grand to spare
the flooded eye from light's dour truth.
Decamp, and rouse a pliant stem- (Creative, my advice is to get rid of the hyphen)
I suckle on paralysis, (How can you suckle on paralysis? What does that mean?)
and tithing to the poppy's phlegm, (Phlegm? Do you mean snot? Or some kind of sickness from the nose?)
On teats of steel my soul subsists.
I would not fling this solar cyst
into Inferno's deepest pit (What does this mean? Is there a meaning behind this?)

Hmm, I think there might be something really clever about this piece, mostly something to do with the choice of words. My mentioning of what the rest of the poem means is beyond my understanding but good luck in publishing this.

Thanks, Poetry in Motion, for reading this and reviewing the lines. I don't like to explain my poetry, as it deducts from the effect or mood I'm striving for, but its about opiate addiction...the narrator is overwhelmed with the sights and scenes that daylight reveals, hence his "flooded eye" is better fitted for the night, where he is effectively "blinded." The "poppy's phlegm" is the raw opium which is expectorated when the unripe poppy pods are cut. "Suckle on paralysis" refers to the death of emotion in the reveler upon opium or its derivaties(codeine, morphine, and heroin). At the end of the poem the narrator feels that this evil, this addictive, cruel "cyst" which has grown, would not be suited even for hell's worst punishment.