By | 30 June 2008

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?

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