Birds Of A Feather Bind Together Poem by John Sensele

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.