Flotation Poetation

I received a text this morning at 9:24 am:

"Help! The bad guys are coming!"

So in my grogginess , I threw him some lines:

Burning eggs keep
an island moving
Floating garbage along
the shore of a stair
Where bad guys await
the sun
the burn
Chasing you
through safety shadows
The black twin
of tall trees
I burn
In between
Shadow to shadow
Chased by black children
Taking flight
Higher and higher
The black twins shrinking
Brave burning
In the sky
Over city shrieking
Look straight
for the arrow
It points to your downtown
Your city of angels...

Did you catch it?
Are the bad guys gone?