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?