Algunas Bestias by Pablo Neruda

It is the land of the iguana
with crests of i-wanna
crawl towards you
here under the verdana
of verdurant green

The guanaco bird-poop
white
hoop-jumping
don’t step-tred-lightly
delicacy
of gold

glowing eroticality
interminably
like corn-hold

A leg up on competitive
alcoholism
walking through jungle
prism

A delectable plant
given over
watered-down
to discover
with dentures
and tierra
I’ve forsaken religion
but
not
arboreal prayer