Green Tea For A Green Dragon

Green tea for a green dragon

because he was on the wagon

his early days he spent drinking green absinthe

which caused him to lose his common sense

and so this led him to join AA

to escape the clutches of the green fair-ee.

Although he was no Oscar Wilde

he was considered a precious child

-a youthful 1000 years-

at concerts he gave many bronx cheers

and although he tried to be another Charles Baudelaire

his style of French just could not compare

and so he tried painting like Toulouse-Lautrec

but only ended up a nervous wreck

and he lost the chance to meet Hemingway

when he missed the train at Santa Fe.

And so his youth was misspent

he had no money to pay the rent

and thus he ended up on the street

where gangsta dudes made fun of his feet.

"I can't help being a dragon,"  said he

burying his heart at wounded knee

and so he went on the wagon

this absinthe drinking green dragon

and that's why these days you'll only see

our hero dragon drinking green tea.

-A poem written by Christopher

 circa 3:28 PM Saturday afternoon

 February 16th 2013.

The Saint Valentine's Day Massacre Rap

The Saint Valentine's Day Massacre Rap

(to be sung to the tune of any rap song since they all sound the same anyway)

There was a mobster named Al Capone

a mobster without a cell phone

namely because they hadn't been invented yet

but Capone always took what he could get

He lived in the Prohibition era

before the days of Mariah Cara

I know that's supposed to be 'e-y

but heck I'm a rhyming guy

but back to Chicago and Capone's tie

was quite big

for an Italian gig

who hated Moran's Irish jig.

Now Bugsy Moran controlled the North Side

Irish mobsters took people for a ride

and Capone controlled the South Side

no one could tan his Italian hide.

Well 'twasn't long before the big show down

which certainly outshot any bordello blow down

It was Saint Valentine's Day

and Big Al said Hey

let's give Bugsy a little present 

and I'm not talking roast pheasant.

For 7 of Moran's boys

it wasn't pleasant

they were mowed down like a feudal peasant

mowed down with sub-machine guns

with Capone's boys moving like they had the runs.

It was 1929 that they bit the dust

same year the markets went bust

Now Capone really knew how to cross the line

when he said to Bugsy Moran,

you're my Bloody Valentine.

-A poem about the Saint Valentine's Day Massacre

 which occurred February 14th 1929

 when 7 members of Bugsy Moran's 

 North Side Irish Gang

 were gunned down in a garage in North Chicago

 by members of Al Capone's South Side Italian Gang

 -written by Christopher

  Thursday Night February 14th 2013

   St. Valentine's Day 2013.

The Ocean

This is a poem I wrote the first day I arrived in Vancouver last fall to search for an apartment:

THE OCEAN

The ocean is where I belong

The sea is where I must be

an October day in the sun

The waves along the beach do run

here ships are ships

not mere boats

here great castles of steel

are towering floats

with the clear blue sky

as their overcoats.

A lone swimmer in the sea

pounding the surf

as hard as can be

years ago on an Oregon beach

such a swimmer was me.

Autumn trees with colours of gold

against majestic mountains bold.

The horizon stretches on and on

 in this bay that's seen

great ships come and gone.

Across the sea lie the lands of Asia

and I think of friends

in Japan and Malaysia

India and Singapore

the Philippines

with Imelda's shoes galore

Australia where koalas can snore

when eagles' reckless speeches do bore.

-A poem written by Christopher

 Wednesday afternoon

 October 3rd 2012.