The Red And Silver Fantastique

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."