The Tunnel Vision

You can keep swinging in your smile as your eyes see through the cylinder only where the flowers radiate the scent where the leaves wait for the rustle of the fondling wind where stars wait for the music of the magical light peaks where the blue sky waits for the golden kite in the cloud towers Where the staircase raises the ears for the sound of the footsteps Where the mahogany branch craves for the feet of the pair of the larks The cylinder refuses to take the wide angle lens adding to the view the greedy rats the spilling vats the leopard like hungry cats the pus and pain of the flats that our apartment is proud of housing the autocrats None in your tunnel You don't battle Against the stale apples the de facto brothels in the apartment in isolation with no ventilation You are of course better off than those who have the same tunnel before the eyes Only the field of view with no dew For them in the queue The rapists and rape victims The murdered and the murderer The cheats and frauds The figures flawed Nothing good and well The earth a hell You are better off With your cut-off eliminating the minuses Including only the pluses where the thorns aid and abet the blossoming of the rose We like to keep disjointed And highlight the negative knives only Turning blind to the beehives And the humming bee bridging you and me You do have the ear corresponding with the tunnel vision to hear and respond and build the blueberry bond between the flute and the music The circles concentric of the lyrics of life and the drumsticks ______________________________________________ April 28, 2018 Tunnel Vision - Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann