Loves Good Lust a Poem by Jeremy Matthews

Go the get my eyeballs are erect deviling the lucky clam, star shot arrow dare erect this eye. O mine at present beauty that harnesses these glares of heaven after hell but which discipline fates forces of decadence from the dark realm when laying foundations of heart's future wisdom effects coming with age pumping pistons moving across Psyche bridge on the lake of the soul hole forces of decadence from dark realms affording daybreak supply signs featuring solutions over roof resources distributing maintenance from the moon to the sun landscaping seasonal reasoning regions of the divine golden tide daylights upon star erect eyes.