STILL A REAL HEART BEATS by Ford Dagenham

optimism has a two drink minimum
before
the gentle love thats soft like lions
comes growing up thru . . .
like a cherry
surprised on the estuary tide

when
I am alone
with Things and Stuff
a gentle love
like warm rising dough
for People
Things
the odd and old process
the Big Wheel
uplifts me
thaws down frozen nostalgia
that is always there . . .

. . . sad
as a
football terrace chant