Where To Hang An Eastern Screech Owl Box

night

This night will be long,
the smell of the street I seduces
hand bag out the window and the wet rain.
Some nights I look
Avenue and I feel my flesh vibrate to the rhythm of the lights.
I have temptations, anxieties indecipherable
want to smoke a cigarette,
desire to dawn on the street.
I have wanted to bathe my body in vaseline
to do many things forbidden
in the shadows of the night.
I have wanted to overflow.

Stormy SOLOMON