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[rayheinrich]

... i may be very far off, but this is what i think about when reading the poem

While I could provide a detailed explication (most of it has a logical basis and a linear narrative),
that was not the purpose of this poem. If it was, I would have written a short fiction or historical non-fiction piece.
In this poem, as in most of my poetry, you're supposed to create a meaning/story/feeling
that's all your own (I have one, but I consider it all my own and don't want to bias your creation).
Though I will say that you're trying to take it a bit too literally.

That said... there are a few idioms/aphorisms/references/sayings that you may not be acquainted with so...

let me watch the sun - an historical LSD drug reference
flowers are often portrayed as "bursting into bloom"
turning on dimes - "turning on a dime" means to make a sharp turn as a dime is the smallest U.S. coin
and now i'm new jersey and i should have been new york - typical class-oriented put-down. what's inferred
is that New York is upscale and New Jersey is lower class - it should really be Manhattan and Newark but
it's typically generalized to include the whole state  (within New Jersey the northern part is upscale and
the southern is plebeian)
and I'll say this, even though I think saying it spoils my intent to have the reader make up their own
version of the poem as they read it: the root basis is the mental illness euphemistically called 'bipolar'