Portion Poem by Corey Baker

Green lust sprays from the young man.
Collected at the feet of his spouse,
the tiny ball of red yarn flattens into the floor.

The dumpsters are full of contridictions
and children wander the streets for their sweet drugs.
The streetlights burn the only feul.

Stylized words flash across his tv screen,
'God is here for you', he reads with a laugh.
Never again will he be betrayed by a courtroom lord.
His portion is untouched.