- By Ryan Oliveira
Bad Puppy (a backroom nursery rhyme)

I also owe you a March 19th poem.
One about a...series of sights in the backroom of a gay bar.
He barks in the backroom
baying to the blue moon
begging for a breath
before a goodnight gasp:
SLAP SLAP SLAP
goes the tender to his ass
as he open-palms a cheek
clapping open-mouthèd scream.
And me, the meekest,
weak and bleakly looking
at the puppy limping back
back to licking all his whiskey.
slurp slurp slurp
wags the pink and puckish tongue
while his eyes they bubble over
to the bear he thinks a Rover.
And like a baaaaad puppy
he sniffs along the counter
to the bad bear’s cheeks
teasing squeezing ‘til he’s punked.
Dunk Dunk Dunk
under counter sinks the snout
singing underwater tones
to the undulating bone.
A loooonely bone,
the one he’s waited for
craving crying biting
then bent over by the bear.
strap Snap SLAP
slams the bear upon the puppy
back to bad with boozy supper
back to bed without a soul.