Headphone Jack
The headphone jack on my phone has broke
and I’m pretty fucking pissed.
It’s a 1st world problem I’ll admit,
but my music will be missed.
I write this poem with crowded thoughts
from the voices of my peers.
My headphone jack has gone and died
so I mourn with pen-ink tears.
Axepresso
Three bucks for a cup,
Ten minutes late to my class.
Sip, ugh. Tastes like shit.
Just a Thought
Function versus form:
A tanka puts two two more lines
on a haiku’s tail.
Haiku forces concise thought,
who needs elaboration?