my apartment is a spaceship

sometimes i imagine
my apartment is a spaceship
alone in the universe
no internet, no phone service
just me and my books and songs
computer full of shows and movies
guitars and exercise equipment
floating in space
sent out here to do research
on loneliness and creativity
if i open the door
i will fall away forever
into the void
where god and jesus live
and all the people whoever existed
all the great men of history
and all the sweet animals
and every living thing
into the chaos
just open the door
and all this will be nothing
i go back to my poetry
listen to symphonies
eat canned food and water my plants
think about my days on earth
how wonderful it was
to be so lost
now i am here
got everything i need
just me and the stars
the moon and its gods
there is no time here
every moment is a terrible tragedy
unfolding into black neon comedy
maybe there are others out there like me
floating away into the futureless past
gonna take some psychedelics
have a one man party and go to war