(Ed. note: I had just about exhausted every crime series available on Netflix when Terence Winch wrote to suggest that I check out Love/Hate, an Irish crime drama series broadcast on RTÉ Television. The show is irresistible, and I was especially drawn to Darren, a central character played by the compelling young actor Robert Sheehan. Just the other day, this poem appeared in my in-box. I love it! Thank you T.P. Winch for letting me share it here. -- sdh)
for stacey harwood
I will be upstairs in just a minute,
I promise you. But first I must
compose a long, complex symphony
dedicated to Duke Ellington, which
I have pieced together from riffs
and bits off old tinny 78s, scratched
with skips but full of musical
notes, like A, G, and E.
If I could get out of this chair,
I would. And I would ascend
then to the Throne of the
Angelic Mobsters of RTE
who are right this very moment
murdering each other on those
dark Dublin streets. It would be
a laugh and a half times two.
But I can’t get up. I am not
able to keep my promises.
The serenity prayer is a cruel
joke. Baudelaire was an alcoholic
and so’s your mother, and
that's a fact, revealed in the third
act, which I can’t stay around for.
Sorry, sorry. My bad. I’m sorry.