Happy New Year! Is there enough information in this to make you care at all?

To That Select Group Who Will Never Read This

Your Mardi Gras t-shirts mass in dive bars
where grown men gather to hurt themselves
in a mosh pit and surf six feet above
concrete floors. You drink gallons of cheap beer
from cans then post, to YouTube, original guitar
riffs that remind your other six-six-six friends
of other 666 riffs. You have one adjective,
M* F*,
though you breeze through its other grammatical
forms. Your amp is a coaster for beer and
your flat screen. That amp fronts the living
room wall where guitars also hang
by their necks.

--Sukany 18 Jan 2013

Todd,

I think it is hilourous! With SUPER BOWL coming up it is timely... viewing parties at your local bar are being planned even now. Of course I could have missed the poem's meaning but it struck that chord with me. There is a strange comma early on that maybe should be penalized 15 yards for too-many-players on the field.

Fun stuff. Dewell

I ain't touching one line. . . . not with a 10 foot pole. I know this is not my area of expertise. I think this is a MAN poem.

So, what I image is a wild party jiving: beer, dancing, music, guys, guys, guys.

It sounds like a place I would not be comfortable. Language, 666 has an evil connotation for me, amps (noise to me). . . and I think you are right: the rough and tumble party guys won't read this poem.

Am I following your descriptors? Or am I just thinking dirty? Pat

this is mind-blowing to me; but hey, that's what they are doing in the poem too! Pat

I can see the images and even smell the stale ashtrays but since you are addressing this to the select group who will never read this what is the signficance of the last sentence?  It jerks me from the 'dive bar' to a living room. That gives me a sense of home and morality that is lacking in the bar scene. I'm at a loss. Are you comparing two places or are you are saying home becomes like the 'dive bar' at crazy times of sportsmania?  As I keep reading over this it seems maybe you are saying the same equipment that hangs in the living room is used to play in the squalor of evil.  Enlighten us Todd. Are we grasping at the wrong straws?