Capt. Jack Sparrow Rights Again ~

I look at the swaling sunset

And wish I could go also

Through the red doors beyond the black-purple bar.

I wish that I could go

Through the red doors where I could put off My shame like shoes on the porch,

My pain like garments,

And leave my flesh discarded lying Like luggage of some departed traveller

Gone one knows not where.

Then I would turn round,

And seeing my cast-off body lying like lumber, I would laugh with joy. ~