I Have Named Them

larches[,]
“some things that leave
doormat’s bondage
between each secret

footfall.” Underside the reverse
of conversion,
a what-pump:
no marrow in a vacancy

whose lectern[‘]s disarray [is]
entombment’s twin
confusion. Technically[,]
transient eyes parachute

as if driven
toward dead lands of scorched arcades,
toward fouled fare instead of
Sunday afternoon Americana.