Order Deranged

It is not order that must be kept

Not a knee on a neck, or hands cuffed,
Yes, Ma’am, No, Sir
Line straight, sit down!

Let us take the auger and bore a hole deep into that insanity,
Release possession demonic of that order
A coma therapy crying out to be awakened

Let us derange that kind of order
Lest we make the entire world mad

Let us welcome the March Hare in April
And Alice’s spring in fall
Make room for the lunatic

Yes luna-tic

Let us derange the square dance, the reel, the waltz
And foot it under the moon
Lunatics 
Moonstruck with one another

Lets us derange cracked sidewalks
Hot asphalt, turf and lawns on arid land
Land meant for sage
Land for sweetgrass
Our bare feet growing roots
So deep, we talk to trees

Let us derange the practical
Tear to pieces the canvas
To become the preposterous

As I look into your eyes
And see you, me

After the raving madness of that order deranged

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Author’s Note.

Order Deranged. Acrylic/canvas/pencil/ink on watercolor paper by Lex Leonard.

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