NOCTURNAL RAIN SONGS TRANCE ENCHANTMENT  (around 1990, in the middle of the night, San Diego, California)

 
listening to
the steady
trance like
pouring rain
percussing  
on rooftop  
up above
my pending dreams
still yet
to come
as well  
as with
its further off
hushed  
more distant
crackling hiss
outside in these
sleeping
rain drenched
dreamtime  
slithering streets
slap splash  
singing
raindrop echoes
zen dance upon  
wet  cracked  
broken
concrete sidewalks  
down below
from off  
the sudden edge
of choiceless
inanimate
free letting go
of rooftops shielding
overhang
in nocturnal  
free falls
fluid  soothing
poetic spell
whispering  its own
subtle poem
without words
beyond the context
of this one
here
sweet dreamtime
sustained  
hushed rush
for any  
still awakened
or deeply sleeping
conscious
or subconsciously
listening ears
to passively
peacefully hear
with some
tap dancing
rhythmically against  
louvered glass
of angled
kitchen windows
partially opened
window panes
in varied tones
of trance inducing
sing song
notes  
sweetly sung
by pelting taps
along with
deeper  
more gutteral sound
of run off
moving
through and down
rooftops swollen
drains
whose collective  
flowing  
continuous sounds
mesmerically hypnotic  
primal songs
hypnogogically
filtered
through
this present state  
of silent witness
in my quieted  
mind
both seem
and feel
as if theyve  
somehow  
at least
temporarily displaced
the usual
random flow of
another kind  
of inner flood
of restless thoughts
incessantly trickling
through my brain
like ancient
teardrops
dragging their
sleepless
streaming tails
cool  wet trails
synaptically
vining their  
mysteriously magical
ambient way
over subliminal flowers  
and thorns alike
up and down
my captive spine
peripherally exciting
a much preferred
innermost need
desire and urge
long held in me
for subconsciously
quickened
kundalini flow
to be released  
throughout  
my entire being
from the simple
yet eloquent
unexpected
sublimely wondrous
serendipitously transcendent  
mystically pagan  
dance of it all
despite my body
and minds
spontaneously triggered  
fascinated resistance
to momentarily ignore
another deficiently lacking
impulsively neglected  
physiological need
in me
for more sleep
and rest
from which  
my casual
dismissal of  
has now intuitively  
brought  
and left me here  
tonight
at this late  
transcendent hour
through mystic
enchantment
of dreamtime raindrops
song and dances  
trance like spell
which has left  
me here now
with only whatever
inspired  insights
reflective vision
or lesson
i may or
might not
ever come to  
see or learn
to reap  
or glean
from this resultant  
subtle gift  
of my passively  
attuned
receptive attentions
organically arisen
nocturnally blossomed poems
lucidly descriptive
captured impressions
openly
self expressive  
meditative dances
dreamtime
night rains
free fall
run off
flow