I want to tie myself to my bed,
yoked to a downy jail using finest
linens. Like an old man, crippled and fed,
I want to lie down and forever rest.
But first, before I slip into retire–
do for me this thing, something I need dire.
Blind my eyes to what I find most vile:
the hot and heady hearts of evil men,
the scoundrels, pirates, sinners, and liars.
Women who smile and smirk, charm and beguile,
soft seductions by those singing sirens.
My head they bash; my heart they burn,
So spare me fright’ning, earthly things;
into crimson nightmares they turn
the sweet silence of my jet dreams.