Poem - The Burn

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The Burn

I see the desert wide and mountains high,
I see the blanket sky at night.
I see silhouettes engulfed in dust,
Against rays of bright spotlights.


I see shirtless men in dusk masks,
I see women in very tight pants.
I hear the sounds of music with great deep beats.
That makes me want to dance.


I see a naked family exiting a van,
Perhaps you've now guessed where I am.
If the desert and nudity were not a giveaway,
It's my first night at burning man.


The kicker is coming up,
It's the part that's not so great.
We've been stuck for hours in gridlock traffic,
We're not even at the f*cking gate!



            -- by Andrew Noske



Inspiration

Yes indeed, I wrote this poem in 2017 in traffic, waiting for my first Burning man experience to begin. Some people say the traffic is part of the experience. Hahaha.

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