Ben Farrell

"They would call to report a murder with such absolute matter of fact calmness and rationale…"

I’m in Hong Kong. A nervous stop over as the threat of the SARS virus is at its peak. People everywhere are wearing hospital like masks over there faces for fear of contracting the virus.

it is astonishing because it communicates with our inner child linking directly back to a time of freedom, clarity, and happiness. It takes us to a time when we really did experience the world.

We’ve come to a stop. I’ve never felt so still in my life. I wish I could remain this still and somehow avoid my advancing fate.

For the mind is a great black beast.
As it sits up there in it’s ever important chair
Laughing at my actions
Laughing at my stupidity
Mocking my utter soul as it dresses me in motley

Swirling chairs of children, on sugar highs,
Elderly couples, slowly masticating their apple pies.
Never ask for chips, they only have Mc Fries

Foccacia, flat white, ignite
Tucked away in dark alleys aside dumpsters, nicotine hits are sucked in
Before returning through spinning glass mouths and elevator shafts to their financial sanctuary

Ropes fray, but still it cannot swim
Its anger builds with every strike
As its confidence begins to bubble and steam
Sun then rose, the ropes pull taught
The beast begins to surface

These innocent sun drenched faces cared not for image or reputation. He was a new toy in an old nursery that had known nothing but itself.

he is exhausted, unable to keep up with sang expectations, can he be blamed??
There aren’t many vegetarian, scrabble-playing astrologists also into tough outdoor sports!