101. It’s Hard to Find Filter Coffee in London, Islington   Leave a comment

Coffee shop legos

as vital as bendy straws.

Caffeine and whimsy.

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Posted May 2, 2014 by mschadl in haiku

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100. Maybe Ben Will Be My Boyfriend, Oxford Street   Leave a comment

Goal reached, cookie earned.

But…I’m still observing things.

Should I carry on?

Dark chocolate and ginger. nom nom nom

Dark chocolate and ginger. nom nom nom

Posted May 1, 2014 by mschadl in haiku

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99. First Belly Dancing Class, Oxford Street   Leave a comment

I fail at sexy,

a mechanical lobster.

Beckett: fail better.

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Yes, that is a close up of my ass.

Posted April 30, 2014 by mschadl in haiku

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98. Upwardly Mobile Floral Arrangement, London   Leave a comment

Maybe it’s a weed,

Born of unforgiving brick.

Still it reaches up.

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Posted April 29, 2014 by mschadl in Uncategorized

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97. Single White Slut, Duchess Theatre   Leave a comment

Tim’s beard orchestrates
Playing cards and poetry.
Laughter/catharsis.

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96. Happy Birthday, Mary Wollstonecraft, Newington Green   Leave a comment

An outrageous claim:

Women can think for themselves.

Feminism, bitch.

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Posted April 27, 2014 by mschadl in Uncategorized

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95. Monet Painted Along the Thames, London   Leave a comment

Would Claude paint the Shard?
What would his impressions be?
Millennial sky.

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