The trumpet on the kitchen table
Catches the sunlight and returns it;
Into the eyes, onto the skin,
Sweet and soundless.
There is cheap linoleum wallpaper
Trying its best to be fine stone,
It doesn't really look that bad;
When you're far enough away.
On the wall hangs a massive clock,
Ticking and toking as it does,
A few minutes too fast.
All along the counter,
There are sweet things half eaten,
And half-drank cups of tea (still warm).
In the press, the glasses are never used,
They taste too strong of dust and
The flavor will not wash away soon,
Although vain, the glasses still look nice.
-Jamie F. Nugent
Jun 22, 2016
Jun 22, 2016 at 2:59 PM UTC
The trumpet on the kitchen table
Catches the sunlight and returns it;
Into the eyes, onto the skin,
Sweet and soundless.
There is cheap linoleum wallpaper
Trying its best to be fine stone,
It doesn't really look that bad;
When you're far enough away.
On the wall hangs a massive clock,
Ticking and toking as it does,
A few minutes too fast.
All along the counter,
There are sweet things half eaten,
And half-drank cups of tea (still warm).
In the press, the glasses are never used,
They taste too strong of dust and
The flavor will not wash away soon,
Although vain, the glasses still look nice.
-Jamie F. Nugent
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