The Red And Silver Fantastique And The Libretto Of The Insipid Minstrel

"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."