Someone told me…
…Skye read(s) my blog and I felt like this
only with more squeeing in my pants*.
(image c/o carrionlaughing)
On a completely different tack, but still here in this post because yolo, bro, yolo…I play quite a lot of Big Joe Turner and Count Basie when I’m DJing. That’s like saying “I [...]
One day I will write another poem for Nikola Tesla. This is not that day.
Tomorrow is Tesla’s birthday. Happy birthday, mate.
Happy Birthday, Nikola Tesla,
inventor of alternating current,
unfortunately not
a pro-rock-n-roll wrestler,
but still: fully sick,
Nikola Tesla.
Poor sewing machine.
Thread all knotted and tangled,
feed dog stuck,
presser foot mishandled.
Stitches –
interrupted,
tension –
discontented.
All because
I put
wrong bobbins
in
your bobbin holder.
Poor, poor sewing machine.
Hans Monderman
did away with traffic lights,
made people negotiate
and
prevented accidents.
Hans monderman.
Shared space Wonderman.
It was Nikola Tesla’s birthday yesterday and I missed it.
Last year I wrote this poem for him:
Happy Birthday, Nikola Tesla,
inventor of alternating current,
unfortunately not
a pro-rock-n-roll wrestler,
but still: fully sick,
Nikola Tesla.
Today I bought one of his biographies. He was played by David Bowie in The Prestige. He was a strange, unusual man. It was his birthday recently and I wrote this poem for him:
Happy Birthday, Nikola Tesla,
inventor of alternating current,
unfortunately not
a pro-rock-n-roll wrestler,
but [...]

