Big Triku ‘Helping at a Show’

Alone, I walked the

empty halls – stopped by a view

of the cold grey sea.


And I found friends inside, and

people flowed in in swelling tides with

voices as warm as summer.


I might know what such

days can be, if I let them

rise to memory.

Big Triku ‘Brexit’

Is courage reckless?

Is pragmatism courage?

Is turning wisdom?


What did we sing we would not

be? Did we not want to build anew?

Self-respect? Or equity?


Do we fear money?

Maybe our friends do too. We

should learn together.