Moab
The Canyon’s bellow &
Indian writing on Cliff varnish
Water seeps
Bends the backs of earth
Pot ash pollution
Of Colorado river
Red Ridges
Rising sun
Like waves fossilized
Hollywood films name Native lands Geronimo
Cowboy companies mining scar like white
Scott scratching his name
Chambers of gods
Mothers Brush strokes
Sold for “development”
They listen to classic rock while
Fiery furnace is freezing
Love Spices
Turmeric
Cumin
Sea salt
Curry paprika
Cayenne pepper Season
This earth
Giant form drip mountains
Castles ó coral
Emerald gates of pine
Intermix between
Smooth like skin tone tans
Browns Gold Pink & White hue
Contrasted by
The sky of Blue
Together, wrapped between
I begin to feel you
Stranger I’ve only just met
I’ve no prerequisite
You remain true
Our recipe will never
Sour
Hoodoo
Who does
Who will
Hoodoo
Do this castle belong to
Who made these fixtures of sand and stone
Who do the one that make you moan
Grind your hips,
the pestle mortar
Thunder before the sun shone
How many homanies and spliced onions in spiced water
Makes our harmonies so…
Chris Marmolejo is a young mestizo writer. Poetry provides him the ability to affirm his place in the world. Much of his work is inspired by traveling and the contrasts seen between geography of the earth, the physical body, and the mental landscape. He is pursuing a career as an author, photographer and educator.
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