A poem I wrote on band tour when I couldn't sleep

Symphony of snores!
Like a joke
In this gym full of boys and girls.

Some pitter-pitter-peep.
Some sweep slow—
The wind and weeping willow.
Some angry claps
Cry at my ears with their harsh fears

Of soft and sure light
That Here—
Would enter;
And hear—
Be heard;
And feel
Suitcased for tomorrow’s performance.

Why joke or speak
Of sleep tonight? ‘Cuz

We—I—will fight inhibition with ability.
We’ll sing-song till sea change
Come. Lordy-lord
Come. Bubblegum—rum-bottle of bottled rum that ran a

Field-drum Kevlar stretched to break and crunch
And crush the bleary eyes that
Beg—that
Wish— that
Look—that
Search—that
Hope—
For –
Sleep:

Don’t weep bow-peep.
Close shop—close eyes—closed the book.