Two Moons For Mongs

Old boys bosh shots of scotch on London’s frosty commons, 
Cold clockwork popsongs of London: Town of Bop. 
Lost poolroom jocks know how to rock to soppy mono toss!

No motor. No lolly. No job to mock. 
From tons of pot down to Jon’s bong only
(Too strong for Tony, only Tony don’t know so…)

Grolsh pops. Promos drop. No show from cops: Pork Chops!
Tony shows Gordon how to body-pop: slow, Robocop foxtrot 
to Bobby Brown, Snoop Dogg, “Whoooph!” by Clock.

Gordon’s cold brown cosh of old hotdog now looks too good. 
Tony robs, scoffs down, fobs off Gordon, who shoots off to shops
to look for Polos, popcorn, cops on rooftops, lost onyx thongs of goths.

Two o’clock: storms howl. Tony growls bon mot bollocks 
from London’s soft throng of woods; lost moth for God’s two moons. 
Poor Tony looks down, drops Pollock on both boots.

On plots so holy, old dogs poo boldly. 
Knock-down fools do loops of blocks, too cold for words.
Gordon pops bon bons. Tony spots… Bono. Both gobs go ‘O’.

Wave 3.5c
After Oulipo

November, 2010

Ross Sutherland

Ross Sutherland's first collection, Things To Do Before You Leave Town, was published in 2009. His new book, Twelve Nudes, was published this year by Penned In The Margins. He lives in Cambridge.