//you won’t be in my heart, but in my words/you haven’t been too good to me, but anyway you’re not my world/you won’t have my grief, cause my mind is my sword/I can’t believe I was so naive/to think you liked me – truly/I guess I was just crying out: deceive me.

//picture of the entrance of Electric Room which is one of the better clubs in NYC

//Eine schöne Idee, danke sehr. Hansjörg Straub skizziert für das Literaturforum Oberschwaben.

//Edit: Ich sehe nicht, dass ein Text Vergnügen bereiten muss. Ein Text muss gar nichts. Er darf alles und zwar mir Kraft: leben, sterben, aufwühlen, sich selbständig machen, verstören, kaputt schlagen und wieder aufbauen, kämpfen, verwirren, aufdecken, wüten und wehtun bis zum Wahnsinn, verändern und erneuern. Wir sind nicht in Disneyland. Scheiße. Text ist frei!

// do you have any idea?

I admit it: I’m moonsick.

//should I be happy / or sad / when a dream comes true / I want none // rather be floating / away / in the stream so cruel / a purely one // shall I be grown / or small / when they guess who I am / I’m just gone // rather be a child / intrinsicly / not knowing any thing / be bygone // leave me with the moon / please / I need no rule / can’t go on // when they tell me who I am / please / don’t hold on to me / let me go // I’m wearing feathery gloves / grasping / waving in the wind / I’m just gone

//what shall I do / with those shining eyes? / with one thing they are right / there is no other way / for me /
//how shall I read / those warm words? / when I just / wanna hide / there is no other way / for me /
//but to be.

if i could speak it out just loud / i’d say i’d make those things explode / throw them up into the sky / where they can grow anew // if fear could rain along my skin / i’d let it drip into the sand / mingle it with the wind and clouds / until the leaves start to speak // if I could shout it out just now / I’d open up those crowns / let that light out / until the form turn into play and the leaves start to speak // when I grow up i’ll be a bird / i sure know how that feels / i’m no stranger to these / i’d twist those ankles like they know no range // i wish I could make those strings released / with just one glimpse / i’d lose the ground / and dig my feet in. deep.