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   > I'm guessing that you were stoned out of your senses when you wrote   
   > this, and that it all made perfect sense to you at the time?   
      
   He did the best drugs he could score on the playgrounds.   
   >   
   > Are you telling the unidentified "you" (whose life had passed --   
   > implying that they had died) to wait?   
      
   "Wait for Me" - Hall and Oates   
      
   >   
   > Are you telling yourself to wait -- as your train of thought jumps   
   > tracks?   
      
   "Then I'm willing to wait for it.   
   I'm willing to wait for it." - "Hamilton"   
   >   
   > Or are you telling the reader, who you haven't been addressing, to wait?   
      
   "Wait Mister Postman"   
      
   >   
   > And why use "portion" rather than "part"?  It just sounds false (like a   
   > child attempting to use "big words").   
      
   Dockery was merely a 22-year-old, just entering the 5th grade. He knew   
   few words.   
   >   
   > And just what part of what finish are you referring to?   
      
   He meant Finnish.   
   >   
   > Everything has suddenly become real (even though you had given no   
   > previous indication that it was false, and even though you've failed to   
   > even hint at what "real" and "everything" relate to), is meant to be a   
   > false finish that never comes (and is, therefore, not a finish)?   
      
   Yes.   
   >   
   > That would sound vaguely profound if it actually had any intelligible   
   > meaning.   
      
   You have words and music.  Do you need meaning too?   
      
   >   
   >>>>>>   
   >>>>>>  Now that the lights are going so low   
   >>>>>>  the dimming glow   
   >>>>>>  falls on my ego   
   >   
   > We have now arrived at the point in a Will Donkey poem, when I'm   
   > inwardly screaming out "SHOOT ME NOW!!!"   
      
   That's when his teachers committed mass suicide.   
   >   
   > How does the dimming glow of some lights affect your speaker's ego?   
   > Does he feel inconsequential at dusk?   
      
   He is rhyming three consecutive lines.  It is vaguely reminiscent of   
   "Leggo my Eggo."  The "so low" also refers to George Dance.   
      
   > u   
   >>>>>>  now that I'm falling   
   >>>>>>  into my morning   
   >   
   > So your speaker is still lying "here" (or, perhaps, "there") waking up   
   > from contemplating returning to someone or something, and the lights   
   > have suddenly dimmed?  Was there a brown out?   
      
   He's also falling up or down.  Maybe into?   
   >   
   >   
   >>>>>>  here I am gazing into those   
   >>>>>>  reflector eyes   
   >   
   > Is the (supposedly deceased) "you" he's been addressing actually lying   
   > on the floor with him (not having "passed by" him at all)?   
      
   Robot.   
   >   
   >>>>>>  morning light   
   >>>>>>  is blasting my head clean too.   
   >   
   > "Too"?  Too implies that he'd already told us about something else that   
   > the morning light was blasting clean.   
      
   Why does his head need to be cleaned?  We thought that was what the   
   Brillo hair was for?   
   >   
   > So... basically, the speaker had gotten drunk and/or stoned, passed out   
   > either here or there, woke up contemplating whether he should return to   
   > someone or something, rambled incoherently about how his life (or the   
   > life of someone else) passed him by... until the morning lights dimmed,   
   > blasting his head clean.   
   >   
   > Got it.  NOT!   
      
   And fell down.   
   >   
   >>>>>>  Morning's clearer   
   >>>>>>  I've been forgetting it.   
   >   
   > Donkey, Donkey, Donkey [shakes head], always with the pronouns.  The   
   > speaker has been forgetting what?   
      
   Forgot to put his pants on?   
   >   
   > And how can morning be "clearer" when it had never been described as   
   > being "unclear"?   
   He put his glasses on?   
      
   >   
   >>>>>>   
   >>>>>>  Your thoughts seem to stream   
   >>>>>>  like a highway   
   >   
   > Light streams.  Highways don't.   
      
   He is rhyming "seem" and "stream."  So unexpected!   
   >   
   > Who is the speaker addressing?  Himself?  The morning?  The unidentified   
   > person whose "uncaused" and "untraced" life had passed him by?   
      
   "All or nothing at all."   
   >   
   >   
   >>>>>>  dimming lights seem to streak   
   >>>>>>  like hitch-hikers.   
   >   
   > "Hitchhikers" is not hyphenated.   
   >   
   > Why would morning lights be dimming again?  Usually the ambient light   
   > increases as the sun continues its ascent.   
      
   The laws of physics work differently in Shadowville.   
      
   >   
   > And why are the hitchhikers streaking?  I realize this was written in   
   > the 70s when streaking as still a thing, but I don't believe that the   
   > two (hitchhiking and streaking) went together.   
      
   "Sweet Hitchhiker   
   We could make music at the Greasy King   
   Sweet Hitchhiker,   
   Won't you ride on my fast machine?" - Creedence Clearwater Revival   
   >   
   > And even if there were dim streaks of light in your "here" (or,   
   > possibly, "there"), how does dim light recall a hitchhiker (naked or   
   > dressed)?   
      
   "A thumb goes up, a car goes by   
   It's nearly one A.M. And here am I   
   Hitchin' a ride, hitchin' a ride" - Vanity Fare   
   >   
   >>>>>>  When does this dream end?   
   >   
   > WHEN DOES THIS GODAWFUL POEM END???   
   It ends when it ends, and not a pile of seconds before.   
   >   
   > I'm not joking, Donkey.  A poem needs to grab, and hold, the reader's   
   > interest. Since I have no idea what your poem is about (other than your   
   > waking up still feeling the effects of the previous night's drugs), I   
   > have *ZERO* interest in it.   
      
   It should have been thrown "at" the floor in English class. Big f'n F   
   grade.   
   >   
   > I don't know who is speaking.  I don't know who he's speaking to.  I   
   > don't know what he's prattling on about.  Hell, I don't even know if   
   > he's here or there.   
      
   "But who knows where or when?"   
   >   
   > And, as a consequence, I cannot invest any interest (much less feelings)   
   > into his (non-) story.   
      
   The writing is beyond bad and not something anyone should be proud to   
   show others.   
   >   
   >>>>>>  When do I get on up the road?   
   >   
   > "Get on up the road"?  That's not even decent backwoods slang.  When   
   > speaking about reaching a destination (literal, spiritual, etc.), one   
   > says "down" the road.  "Up" the road implies back to the start of your   
   > journey.   
      
   Unless one is lying by the side of the road, and the asphalt is quite   
   thick.  Didn't the speaker fall down in previous stanzas?   
   >   
   >>>>>>  The light sped out   
   >>>>>>  like a fire-fly   
   >   
   > "firefly" is not hyphenated.   
   >   
   > So the dimming, streaking, hitchhiking light is now a hastily departing   
   > firefly?   
      
   Fireflies are very slow fliers.   
   >   
   > Pick ONE metaphor and stick with it.   
      
   That's like asking Mr. Dockery to stick with one pronoun.   
   >   
   >   
   >>>>>>  like gravestones   
   >>>>>>  never noticed   
   >>>>>>  never seen.   
   >   
   > OMFG!   
   >   
   > Now the dimming, streaking, hitchhiking, hastily departing firefly like   
   > light has turned into unseen gravestones???   
      
   And they are up on the road!   
   >   
   > I can't wait to discover what the morph into next.   
   >   
   >>>>>>  Like marbles   
   >>>>>>  spilling from shattered minds.   
   >   
   > There it is!   
   >   
   > They went from dimming, to streaking, to hitchhiking, to hastily   
   > departing fireflies, to unseen gravestone, to marbles spilling from   
   > shattered minds.   
      
   How many people can relate to marbles spilling out of minds?  Lost their   
   marbles?  That's a literal interpretation that is typical of immature,   
   cliched thinking.   
      
   >   
   > And this is the end of the poem?   
   >   
   > What was the topic?  The speaker lying in the "Here" or "There"?  The   
   > unknown person he was addressing?  Someone's life having passed -- or   
   > passed by?  Contemplating returning to... something?  Or the bizarre   
   > transformation of the morning light?   
   >   
   > I would like to say that this is bad, even for you, but it's really just   
   > par for the course as Donkey poems go: incoherent, incompetently   
   > written, and terminally uninteresting.   
   >   
      
   Did you note the title of the poem, as shown in the Carverlite Crappage?   
    "SHATT, RD" - The title describes the writing perfectly!   
      
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    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)