The Red And Silver Fantastique
"I drag my right arm through the sawdust... he hasn't opened his eyes in months. He was a small dog. He lost his hat and he never made a very convincing primate. I was painted red and silver. Now I'm lonely, lost my dollar, and my dog, he rots."
"There were children calling my name. They spat upon my paper shoes... I touched their ice cream. I sang through cardboard. I stared at shadows. I don't know who watched... perhaps they hate me. I was painted red and silver. Now I'm ugly, lost my flower, and I'm seeing spots."
