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