Archive for June 2002:


The eggs of my desires

All nesting in my heart

Crack open one by one

All the while, greedily

Sucking in my life’s blood

Growing in form n figure

All fluttering and flapping

Impatient to fly away

I can hold on to them

But for a short while as

Their strength is rising

As mine is diminishing

I try to rein them in firmly

But in a weak moment I cave in

They fly the coop raucously

As all hell breaks loose

There is a jungle out there

Nothing is sacrosanct

No means are holy

To fulfill and to replete

These uncaged birds of my

Strong passionate desires

I leave no stone unturned

And no path untrodden

Now all my desires have been

Pandered to and fed gluttonously

And port bellied they nest

In the cage of my faint heart

Languidly biding their time

Propagating and ruminating

Waiting for their eggs to crack

And new desires peek out!



It’s just human. We all have the jungle inside of us. We all have wants and needs and desires, strange as they may seem. If you stop to think about it, we’re all pretty creative, cooking up all these fantasies. it’s like a kind of poetry.
Diane Frolov and Andrew Schneider, Northern Exposure, Mister Sandman, 1994