| Arlo
- 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
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