The Interesting Ones

Die Sterne in North America 1998

The Interesting Ones

Stop on the frontstep
and glance at
the house again
the door is open –
the appartment bare
I look at my life
and there´s nothing there

We sit on the stairs
to trade stories that we know
if I had another decent lie
I wouldn´t torture myself so

because of all thoughts
those I treasure most
are the interesting ones

A suitcase on
a parkbench
harmless thing you might find
Yet it sparkles from within
before the first light shines inside

I stole it just now
from a shady store
they had given me their trust and now
they´ll have to suffer the fall