Brian Eckert

Work from home
Fuck from home
Eat from home
Watch TV from home
Pay taxes from home
Vote from home
Walk the dog from home
Call your parents from home
Marry from home
Divorce from home
Cry from home
Scream from home
Exercise from home
Grieve from home
Celebrate from home
Get addicted from home
Recover from home
Be a celebrity from home
Be unknown from home
Consume from home
Love from home
Hate from home
Die from home

Your home is the hospital
Your home is the morgue
Your home is City Hall
Your home is the public square
Your home is a shopping mall
Your home is the post office
Your home is the bowling alley
Your home is the customer service call center
Your home is the funeral home
Your home is heaven
Your home is hell

Home sweet home
Home sweet prison
My home is my sanctuary
From my home
Take me home
I’m already there
Waiting to go home
Home, my
Home away from home

Today is
another chance
to sharpen my teeth
and flatten my bones and
walk across the broken glass of my ego and
be someone I’m not
for your sake, for
God’s sake, but not
for myself,
for goodness sake.
That is not allowed. That kind of talk gets you the
Death sentence.
Again.
Let me start over.

The First Day of Summer is the
Anniversary of the day God
emptied all the prisons and the schools and let all
Hell break loose.

Who goes there, in the brown shoes?
Who goes there, in your black boots?
Who goes there now, Brown Cow?

I used to dream of long summer days and freedom.
Now the only freedom I know is in
nostalgia.

We carry on as half-light
growing steadily more fearful
not only of Death
but of Life.

Fear
Paranoia
I can smell it
taste it in the residue of my food
see it in the gentle tugging of Botoxed eye lines

The paupers resent what the clowns lament
No one saw this coming except everyone
and now they laugh
blame it on the weather
the age of aquarius
a dead cat
a dead god

As above
So what?

As below
So long.