the forklift rodeo (In memoriam Naval Supply Center, Oakland (1941-1996))

lost mechanical graveyard
near that bar of dreams
empty ceremonies echo
cool attempts at congratulations
that wind of a Bergman film
we make the droll celebratory
we're at the forklift rodeo
named if it rots like a warehouse
coordinated shot by stuka dive bombers
terminally jump into that sublime
preparatory thoughts fried between mine bites
make mine less frazzled my companion of dirge dances
somnambulance dish reflects that itchy terrain
iced between conversations
glacial reminders its effervescent retreat
the shot was like geometry
that forklift rodeo