Scarecrow's Frenzy Poem by Kewayne Wadley

Oblivion exists upon your lips.
An extinction of one's mind.
Dwelling against temptation.
A sweet caress of climax that flakes off in small embers.

An extinction of one's mind.
Free flowing as lava spit from the roofs of volcanoes.
Convolutions devoring everything in sight.
Stagnant.

Free flowing as lava spit from the lips of volcanoes.
An outbreak of need, self-existent.
Egotistical in a sense.
As it's elasticity is selfish.

Self-existent, as it becomes addiction.
A slow creeping excavation.
Subduing each vibration.
Deaden to it's touch.

A slow creeping excavation.
Momentary paragraphs elapsing to similar memorandum's of heat.
A single desire that flakes off in small embers.
As oblivion approaches closer,
Scorching the field.
As the scarecrow helplessly looked on