April 18th, 2003  |  Filed under Tales From The Playa

Whiting Out A Desert Near You

April 18th, 2003  |  Filed under Tales From The Playa
Tales From The Playa are dreams and memories of events that took place at Burning Man, as told by its participants.

by Supa Star Smurf

We start with a piece of sand
A boy alone in an empty theater
Floating through the air
Like the head of Ichabod.
Then We bring hundreds more
Warriors at the gates of dust
Bricklayers staring at a clay wall
Directions written on cracked earthgrids.
We decide to invite thousands
An urban sprawl of alkaline
A square block in a New York desert
A stadium of pulsing dirt hooligans.
And suddenly we’re in the millions
A crowded briefcase of greenbacks
A clamoring of dots on Earth’s monitor
A warring tribe invading the peaceful air
Our Dust.
Our Playa.
Coming soon.
Whiting out a desert near You.

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