Private Joke
By Sander Blome
I remember it so when I need to I can smile,
It is sacrilegious and would offend all but the most irreverent-
Though I was sprung on a technicality,
Joy never washes over me,
Except for my private joke.
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Sander Blome (b. 1956), B.S.M.E., J.D., began writing poetry only in this decade. Bipolar and finally stabilized in his 50’s, Sander writes about the inner workings of the mind and about making life decisions. Sander’s work can be found in The Houston Literary Review, Kerouac’s Dog Magazine, The Toucan Literary Magazine, and 50 to 1, among others.
By Sander Blome
I remember it so when I need to I can smile,
It is sacrilegious and would offend all but the most irreverent-
Though I was sprung on a technicality,
Joy never washes over me,
Except for my private joke.
- - -
Sander Blome (b. 1956), B.S.M.E., J.D., began writing poetry only in this decade. Bipolar and finally stabilized in his 50’s, Sander writes about the inner workings of the mind and about making life decisions. Sander’s work can be found in The Houston Literary Review, Kerouac’s Dog Magazine, The Toucan Literary Magazine, and 50 to 1, among others.
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