Hope and Jelly

Every now and then random ramblings or something resembling poetry will pop into my head. That's what this page is devoted too.

THE MAD MAN.

Recently I have been spending a lot of time in universities library. The library has become my second home. There upside or downside to this (depending on who's shoes you are standing in) is that I share my surrogate home with many different interesting characters. This is an ode to one of my favourites.

Dear Madman from the library,

Who are you oh madman from the library? You have become an ever-present entity inside these walls. You immerse yourself in the studious atmosphere, rocking to and fro in deep concentration. You grab at tufts of you’re hair, leaving it to protrude from underneath you’re aging hat, one of the few unfeigned markings of eccentricity. Why? Oh, mad man, what is it that requires you’re attention so? Are you plotting demise? Or an invention of life? Oh, dear madman I ask one thing of you only and that is not to shatter this conjugation of my imagination. Continue to absorb academia and drive yourself further into madness, and I will continue to look on in dumbfounded fascination.

THE TRANSPORTATION FROM NO WHERE.

The Greyhound service has been my transportation, my dream, and an old friend from now where for a solid year and a half, providing me with an escape, hope, and sanity to get me by,

Dear Greyound,

You are the transportation of my soul. You are the mental divide between my comfort zone and insanity. I bask in the glow of tourists who spend every day not knowing what the next will bring. Wide vast plains, endless scrub land, and the comforting faces of ladies from the café. You take me on a journey to another world. When I return to reality this world will dissolve, but for now I will sit and let you transport me through a dream.