Patrick Wescott Poems

My dark southern beauty,
creole refuge to my soul.
Lost like Atlantis,
washed away with rain.
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Mistsress of the winds
you dance along triumphant.
Twisting and twirling
touching lives unaware.
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Sorry my good Sir,
I have yet to meet my quota.
I have failed to turn a profit
by all you ask of me.
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Life can now be measured
and given obscure meaning

Gigabytes of lust
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The night enfolds me in her soft embrace,
Giving me a sense of freedom and security.
Even as I'm uncomfortable with the unknown,
night is the only place to find the answers.
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I watched your life melt away,
like the candle in us all,
only faster.
And I stood by,
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Where are you,
O savage god?
You said that you'd guide me.
Promised you'd lead me to safety.
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What is this being
that rules over my soul?
With my heart in its hands
and its teeth in my mind,
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Once upon a time
I thought you were the one.
I wrapped myself up in you
and gave my life away.
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Your soul looked out from blood-shot glass
your fears drunk away for but a time
Plead for mercy from your desires
their blackness drowns in oblivion.
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