The memories have come thick and fast in the past seven days.

A myriad of colours, sepia toned and black and white

finish, all once perfected

with the laminated breath of a forgotten set of gods winking

their approval and non conformist heads

and now shattered, a grieving taking place as I find

my once perfect clown breathing in the cold heart of

electrical impulses, the bed of nails too hard to ignore.

This Clown took me through every lined connection and sweet serenade of song