I have been trying to find the author and title of a poem that hangs in my office. We may have solved each other's searches. I could not remember the title of the poem, if I ever knew it. But the style is the same as cummings, so I would guess this is it. I found it by typing in the first line, and it took me to the title, "Damn everything but the circus." And it all seemed to fit together.
Here is what I have of the poem--I don't know if it is all of it or a part, but he did write short poems, so, this may be it. See below
damn everything but the circus
that is grim, dead, motionless,
that won’t get into the circle,
that won’t enjoy,
that won’t throw its heart
into the tension
and delight of the circus,
the round world,
the full existence.
e. e. commings