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   >> He did the best drugs he could score on the playgrounds.   
   >   
   > He was seeing a lot of "pretty lights" back in those days.   
   That's good because he couldn't pay the utility bills.   
   >   
   >   
   >>>   
   >>> Are you telling the unidentified "you" (whose life had passed --   
   >>> implying that they had died) to wait?   
   >>   
   >> "Wait for Me" - Hall and Oates   
   >   
   > I'm not familiar with that one (but please don't post a link).   
   Good song.  You must have missed the 80s altogether.   
   >   
   >>   
   >>>   
   >>> 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"   
   >   
   > I had to google that one.   
   Another dueling reference.   
      
   >   
   >   
   >>>   
   >>> Or are you telling the reader, who you haven't been addressing, to wait?   
   >>   
   >> "Wait Mister Postman"   
   >   
   > Now that one I know!   
   Girl groups are fun to listen to!   
   >   
   >>   
   >>>   
   >>> 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 now at 65 (give or take), he's increased is vocabulary to   
   > approximately 100 words. Go Donkey!   
   Didn't Koko the Gorilla know more words than that?   
   >   
   >>> And just what part of what finish are you referring to?   
   >>   
   >> He meant Finnish.   
   >   
   > So he and his friends and family were carving up a Finnish exchange   
   > student?   
   That was Antii.   
   >   
   >   
   >>>   
   >>> 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?   
   >   
   > Meaning can be overrated.   
   Words mean whatever you want them to.   
   >   
   >   
   >>>>>>>>   
   >>>>>>>>  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.   
   >   
   > No.  They committed mass suicide when they learned they'd be stuck   
   > teaching him for another year.   
      
   Thus "GED" appeared in the sky, saying "Go forth since you don't know   
   how to multiply."  But Dockery fooled Him.   
   >   
   >>>   
   >>> 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.   
   >   
   > Will has often credited waffles as his poetic inspiration.   
   Random rhymes enliven even the most inane poems.   
   >   
   >   
   >>> 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?   
   >   
   > Up, down, falling around, looping the loop and defying the ground!   
   Is Dockery actually a hot air balloon?   
   >   
   >>>   
   >>>   
   >>>>>>>>  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.   
   >   
   > Inflat-a-Mate.   
   Those will be available soon, sitting on the bar stools at LeGents.   
   >   
   >>>   
   >>>>>>>>  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?   
   >   
   > Are you kidding?  Brillo picks up dust like nobody's business.   
   Just add a little water (or liquor) and Brill hair suds up fine.  Brillo   
   Head and Shoulders cleans heads and tails.   
   >   
   >   
   >>> 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.   
   >   
   > And fell down over there... at the floor... over here.   
   Was there a dirt floor at/in/on/under/atop the shed?   
   >   
   >>>   
   >>>>>>>>  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?   
   >   
   > He had too much beer the night before and couldn't fit into them.   
   What happened to the favorite dress that he mentioned?   
   >   
   >   
   >>>   
   >>> 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!   
   >   
   > At least this time it wasn't a dream.   
   But Dockery never sleeps, so how can he dream?   
   >   
   >   
   >>>   
   >>> 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."   
   >   
   > Unclean heads never appealed to me.  If your head going to be dirt-ee,   
   > then I'd rather have no head at all.   
   He is referring to Stinky G.'s supposed Navy service, cleaning heads.   
   Deep meanings.   
   >   
   > Two minutes later and the marbles were on the floor.   
   Playing marbles on a ship would seem to be a self-defeating game.   
      
   >   
   >>>   
   >>>   
   >>>>>>>>  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.   
   >   
   > Ah! Hence the shadows.   
   There are shadows there day and night.  They don't need no sun.   
   >   
   >   
   >>> 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   
   >   
   > Ethel?  Is that you, Ethel?   
   Call her Mildred.   
      
   >   
   >>>   
   >>> 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   
   >   
   > I hitched a ride from a Richard Pryor looking guy   
   > He didn't have a car, so we didn't get very far   
   > Which is neither here nor there, though I'm sure we got somewhere.   
   >   
   > From "Shambles."   
   That was written by Drive-By/Jim Senetto.   
   >   
   >   
   >>>   
   >>>>>>>>  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   
      
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