"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."