Cummins Poems - Poems about Cummins

... step … across the sill this haunted house walls of torn paper, dripping crumbling plaster ceilings hanging like rotten vines on this bony frame dark, broken windows, the empty eyes that s......

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...In my eighteen wheeler rolling, I am like a salmon fish in the rapids shoaling! Spawn’s flowing next generation’s showing! Black smoke a rolling from smoke stack. I am laid back, I don’t snort ......

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...God are you (there or lost) is he, she so right when not is (sin I look, hear not) any diffusion my thoughts (mysterious, bewildered mind) me not upon this (chase life unlike light) whispering ......

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