Googling "drunken severed head", I found this poem by one Gershon Hepner:
Reeling through the claustrophic clouds,
acting like a woman who is drunk,
the moon provides a moonlit shrine with shrouds
that wrap the head that's severed from the trunk.
Herod, once Salome has revealed
her nakedness, removing seven veils,
capitulates upon a fertile field
of fantasizing phallocentric males.
Mr. Hepner has the poem and his accompanying commentary here:
And his biography can be found here: