Homeless Joe: age 15

A cow was at my gate this morning. She laughed at me. I asked her to leave. I said it politely. She just laughed at me. Then I thought to myself, “I have no gate.” and the cow with her smile disappeared.

A herd of elephants came knocking on my door just this afternoon. “What can I do for you?” I asked them. “We want bananas to eat, with jello on top. Hold the peels please and thank you.” They replied. I got them what they wished for and they went upon their way. Still, they trampled my rose bush to the ground. “But I have no rose bush,” I thought to myself. I saw bananas and jello at my feet. My lawn was free from elephant tracks and the rose bush I never had wasn’t trampled.

A big bird flew down and took away my house this evening. I yelled up to it “Don’t drop it! You’ll break my dishes.” Then I realized, “I have no house”. Down came the house but it vanished into the clouds. I picked up my pie plate. It was only dented a bit.

Now it is nighttime. I am waiting for an animal to come. I’ll know better and not believe it this time. Here comes a gorilla. He’s all dressed in blue with shiny buttons on his coat. He’s holding a banana. It must be from this afternoon because it is black and misshapen. He says to me, “ You must leave, You can’t sleep upon this bench.” I laugh at him and start to moo, like the cow this morning. Maybe I’ll disappear. “ you’ll have to move along, find another place to sleep.” He says to me. But I want My banana back that the elephants took this afternoon. The gorilla in blue doesn’t like that. “ I’ll have to take you in.” He says to me. I hit him with my pie plate but it doesn’t do any good. He puts two shiny bracelets on my hands and takes me to a house. It even has a gate. lots of gates are inside it’s doors. “I wonder if the big bird will fly away with this one.” I think to myself. Before the ape leaves me alone inside the house of gates I have one question to ask him. “ may I have some bananas with jello on top?”

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About the Author: Sarah B. Royal

Sarah B. Royal’s writing defies convention. Her poetry and prose traverse the boundaries between structure and spontaneity, often weaving together philosophical inquiry, cultural reflection, and personal narrative. With a background in experimental literature, she is known for crafting works that challenge readers to engage intellectually and emotionally.

Her acclaimed palindrome performance play, 777 – A Story of Idol Worship and Murder, showcases her fascination with mirrored storytelling and thematic symmetry. In o x ∞ = ♥: The Poet and The Mathematician, Royal explores the intersection of poetic intuition and mathematical logic, revealing a unique voice that is both analytical and lyrical.

Royal’s collections—such as Lost in the Lost and Found, Haiku For You, Lantern and Tanka Too, and the WoPoLi Chapbook Series—highlight her commitment to neurodivergent expression and poetic experimentation. Whether through childhood verse or contemporary fusion poetry, her work invites readers into a world where language is both a tool and a playground.

Sarah B. Royal continues to expand the possibilities of poetic form, offering readers a deeply personal yet universally resonant experience. Her writing is a testament to the power of creative risk, intellectual depth, and emotional authenticity.

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