Midnight Market:
whole damn city & you pick yourselves over
not saying you don't waste
Goddamn you waste
whatever you can
peanuts in shells on Circus bar floor
to real bamboo toothpicks
holding olive over thimble
ful of martini in proper stemmed cone
all thrown out
sometimes sorted
always scavenged
fried chicken bones pecked by pigeons & General Tso
's for rats what's left
for little us then?
