Neglect Poem by Madrason .

I tend to shift from Rilke to Auden
as if it turned me upside down
and as i frown
the toad like skin
is ploughed with sin
which tries to fortify its lies
and fruitfully denies
what anchors deep within it's soil
what aches to be so desperately
the food which souls regard as spoils
those regiments of intellect
in fact neglect the cornrows
to arise with punctuality
is it just in me where flows
some streams of congeniality
i broke pencils, arms
and fell from high horses
abused blue skies
and all its forces;
but why
do shy poets
move as giants
left to die! M