Don't walk away from love:

since the separation

me and cigarettes 

have only hugs.

In the bootcamp for the broken-hearted

where we still regularly meet

at night

in Dublin, Belfast, Manchester

in the street

or now in the realm of the dead

never let it be said,

in your kitchen

or in the furthest reaches of the cosmos,

i.e. in your head,

that curses and curves and craters

are just a walking joke on its way,

sedately, to a train station or Inter-change or some such terminus

where the destination is always

Nowhere

where the ground is not stable,

subject to tremors, earthquakes, all kinds of mistakes

back-holes try to suck us deep within

 land of donuts-big-big-sin

Quantum Mechanics aint rocket science,

help us  to think of swans,of  heaven, of the melodies of songs,

strong in broken places,

to love, love, love somebody so hard

It hurts.