Birds of a Feather Bind Together

Through telepathy We mingle With each other in empathy Though single In status and name Society derides Arguing we carry blame for the lame name Detractor X rides On interaction thrown Into denigrating debate To malice grown Venomous of late In a conundrum With neither head nor face That beats a war drum Beaten aloud on the surface Where ripples wander Agog pandering to a swing of mood That entertains a gender Discourse when a knock on wood Doesn’t suffice to calm down tempers Driven the edge of anger As sobriety scampers For cover the longer Distrust thrives Amid longing That arrives When feelings On edge snap me awake In the middle of a dream I can’t mistake For life on the rim That spins my poise Displacing it from its centre of gravity When a persistent noise Draws my mind to the reality That you and I Forever together Are meant to tie Tightly like birds of a feather.