Alyce Vayle

Byron Society

Boulders bullion bistro Builds bold burlap catflap cul-de-sacs

Favouritism flaunts callously enticing urchins untwined

Drudgery drools gaudy gallantry against     backdrops of cold testosterone tamed guilt.

Spring sees floundering females

Folding folds of figurative fabric

Formulating game plans launching locals lucid

Pressure preys grabbing gears in a vengeance of tempered vehicles, voluptuous seats

Bottled beers brilliant green

Foamy fellows fold cards accordingly

Active pool sharks swim turning tables

Tortured teens always allocated artistry in hope

Of a cold cumulative community, sleeping.

Pavement poachers sing slowly

Seductively sudden they stop, sip

Stimulant slows considerably as we pass…

Hungry life loses time and temperament only

…once in a while wondering greenless

Photo courtesy of Dollen