robert’s got a quick hand.
he’s looking round the room,
he won’t tell you his plan.
he’s got rolled cigarette
hanging out his mouth,
he’s a cowboy kid, Yeah!
he’s found a six-shooter gun, in his dads closet with the box of fun things –
i don’t even know what. but he’s coming for you.
Yeah! he’s coming for you.
daddy works a long day. he’s bringing me a surprise-
dinner’s in the kitchen and its packed in ice..
waited for a long time, the slight of my hand is now a quick pull—trigger..
reason with (my?) cigarette: say, your hair’s on fire! must have lost your wits.
(adrift dreamers? consciously predatory) (if so, how then are some dreamers anchored?)