inner fire

sometimes i think
i am in a spaceship
with my muddy waters records
floating there in nothingness
abandoned by life itself
radio gone
communications lost
jerk off to memories of sunsets
i am the only one who escaped
still have hostile discussions in my head
about the futility of yoga class
or how my inner fire
can kill a thousand h&m outfits
haven’t had a drink in almost 5 months
this is what happens
when a man isolates himself too much
not sure if i am getting sane
or going the other way
blues music is so beautiful and dumb
but full of lies and sorrows