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?