nothing to write about #1

i don't watch the news

because i already know

what's happening. gaza

is being bombed all to

hell and the media is

running cover for it.

this is not my thing

to write about. it doesn't

belong in the belly of a

poet, amid the coffee

and loathing. it belongs

in museums of atrocities

after justice for palestine.

what have i got to say about

it? my bilious intent would

only rupture the cause. it's a

new year and i'm soured on

the old one like it was

premised on tearing apart

people and buildings that

had business being whole.