Cockroaches Eat.

[Achebe]

There is the obscure meaning of the four quartets whose obscurity is justified by beautiful language and imagery. But to get to that level is no mean feat. Your poem is stream of consciousness speech. Not sure why you'd want that.
On the positive side, the "eat meat" line is original and interesting.

Cockroaches, eat.

Come close to the winding steps beneath the
wishing-well, wish
to being well: long live livelihood good times
childhood for all.
Retrograde retrotectonick electronic colours
in a faded Da Vinci,
smiling, always smiling, forever smiling,
endlessmorelessmoreless.
Fell sleep, bright nightmares create frustrated
fell sleep.
Gas in the sky limpid pink burning skin
the man taps away on
burning phone gases in your pocket
burning leg burning cells
in your meat: your human meat.
Eat meat eat the crows eat the sheep eat the horses eat the cats
eat the dogs and the cockroaches, eat.
Twelve hundred and ninety three pounds
forty even pence
glowing bitten apple in shop that sells coffee
dry sand chafed foot dark scars
in the ground, holes, ground belly, mud
collects
dark spring, dark bud of life and coffee shops.
Escape, get out get free get past
spleenstealers childstuffing fingercracking
spleenstealers.
Baby on a beach, dead.


I suppose what I'm most curious about is if the meaning is too obscure: I'd quite like your interpretations as a measuring tool. I'm quite new to this.