Dialogue In A Smoky Barroom Poem by Alexandre Nodopaka

He responds that he's tired
Of barroom poetry
Turns to take a drag from his ciggie
When she tells him hey
No smoking here
Adding she hates in her mouth
The taste of tobacco

He informs her not
To worry
Those are not the lips he'll
Be kissing
She giggles, says ok adding she
Won't fart in his face
He tells her poetry could

Stop here
& That metaphysically speaking
Poetry must be
Spiritually uplifting &
Enlightens her he didn't know that
In heaven farting was
Allowed but that hers was fluffy

They would float like on clouds
& Would be their magic carpet
When she says to him
Yeah & that cloud burns are
Softer than rugs &
To which he replies
Now you're talking babe