At the Poetry Reading…
…all efforts to include me founder
as yet another allusion is made
to something clever someone clever said
in some hallowed tome I’ve never read.
As all about me others nod their heads
in seeming recognition
– that most genteel of head butts –
I turn away
to silently enter a post-clervid reality
where soon, I hope, you will join me
in abandoning clervidity.
It was always useless anyway, let it go!
If in some future reverie
you fall to feeling clervueless
remember how life used to be
before you learnt to second-guess.
For me, the greatest story ever told
has always been, “The Emperor’s New Clothes”
in the original, vanilla Danish