Lover, Lower Me Down!
Jon Ivar Kollbotn
I will drag your bones across the hill
Over scorching sheets to make you real
I will light the lanterns in the brome
Peel the hair locks from your comb
I will drown the old man and the sea
Under skeleton rags from Bimini
Transfixed by marlins in your Daiquiri
Carry the weight of the world in your hand, what a feeling!
In dreams of lavender
Far beyond the Maple tree
I was taking the easy way out, I was proud
Now I’m kneeling before the glorious refrigerator poets of the world
Lover, lower me down!