Monitor Seeking Viewer

Poem fully written in my mind's eye given to me upon awakening one random morning. There were several words I had to look up because I wasn't aware of their definition. Any readers insight welcomed.

Subconscious froth bubbling up through dawns's paralysis,
That paralyzed purgatory between sleep and awake.
Three mornings now;
Duck, duck... Goose! In a row?
I don't know.
Either ya like it or you don't...
Black licorice whips and chains,
Pixie cut a red Dixie cup,
Hair starboard not in your face.
Pruney hands retired to never-neverland.
A tripod chair;
A point of solemnity.
Measured once cut thrice.
Hand hewn rosewood with
Dovetailed corners screwed, feathered, tarred together.
A flick of the wrist wispt the dice.
A grand prize, newly minted millionaire
Won by the proprietressess' second son she never had
From a first marriage failed.
Will you post my bail?
Pointer, middle, ring cling as Pinkie oversees, but
All know the thumb's the one pulling the strings
Whilst...
Whispering influential "suggestions" twixt deeply dyed,
Tyrian, silk sheets.
Doing what other's say not...
Riding high,
Reins in hand,
My naked feet nestled within
Two-winged Angel's faces as they glide me in.
Forging the new fad.
Making obsolete talaria of a bygone era.
Not telling others what they already know.
Dumb questions beget dumberer answers.
Is it going to snow?
Don't you see thong bikinis,
Palm trees, hula-hoops, and kupukupu,
Grass skirts and smell the aroma of luau foods?
Open your mind Fool;
Join me, cannonball into the deep end of the pool!

Author's Note

Any insight into what anyone thinks is contained within the dialogue my subconscious is trying to tell mew old be greatly appreciated.