Poems about lonely - The Boulevard Of The Lonely

The Boulevard Of The Lonely - Poem by Gibby Gorres

Let us walk along the boulevard of the lonely.

The eyes are not here
There are no eyes here.

The lights are like new born stars
And the ones above are dying.
For we fall in the pits of our potencies
And we scramble in darkness
Ladies, how much is relief?

We need these dying stars.
We need these new-born stars.

O dying stars
O new born stars
Guide us.

Walk with me in this boulevard of the lonely.

“How are you tonight Mr. S-? ”
“How’s the wife doing? ”
“Would you like to have a beer? ”
“… a massage perhaps? You seem stiff.”

And I took the card
Laura it is.

Along the boulevard are the lonely trees
That shelter my ladies of the night
The ladies are very friendly tonight.

Are you here every night?
In this valley of dying stars?

Beneath the carapace, there is desire.
Beneath the paint, there are spasms.
Beneath the smile, there is hatred.

And the one who smiles is the one who grieves.
In this Boulevard of the Lonely.

Pray for us sinners now and at the hour of our death.
I cannot walk in the valley of the shadow of death.

I fear evil.

May 2008.