entomology

Dirt Daubers

They float in and out all day

long on low interest wings

cramped toes of abodes

accreting like tamped syllables

compressed into lines, bellow

bad things about the mothers of their

fellows from laced lattice work

piss like champs in the bushes

hip sprung and hands free

while I ignore the noise and hunch

over muddy simile, worry

concentric rings of rhythm 

into pages of imperfect tubes

just waiting for habitation.