Shutterbug

I hear the click clack click of the camera eye
 bent by the rays of the summer sun
 fall sick and quietly
 drown in the cracks in the cracks of her windshield
 there is a wind that blows through the window
 slip fall down and bump my little head
 but there is no sympathy
 Shutterbug you are the end, you are the writing on the wall
 I hung around with you in your bedroom
 counting all your finger and your toes
 to pose for photographs
 keeping the time with the flicks of your fingers
 we fell asleep too tired to remember
 all the things we did that afternoon
 to make my summer head
 float like a bug on the skin of the water
 Shutterbug I could not wait to get my fingers on you
 Shutterbug you are the end you are the writing on the wall