To A Teen Prostitute With AIDS
this world is a weeping symphony/from which it is good/to get the fuck away fast/the victory of rats/prophesied by many/is nigh/pimps hold the innocent to ransom/carving dreams from barely formed cocks/you cannot judge anyone/without first examining who you are/and yet/
the world is full of judges/who blame victims/for their own crimes
/if anyone laid a hand on your innocent breast /i could kill/if any one of these rats looked me in the eye with lust for you/i could kill again/i will protect innocence/first with my words/secondly with my fists/but rats rot you from within/they gnaw holes in your heart/before you are born/and call them mothers/resistance starts young/the commandments of non living/are inbred/they are in the rat race/the law legislates/doctors prescribe/and in unison they chant/you can't get out/you can't get out
you can't get out/but don't be fooled/because there are other laws/in a language of outlaws/how to cure yourself/another conception of body/start by writing/plot your escape/daily/find yourself in your words/don't ever be afraid/of what comes out/keep steady when it shakes/shake when it's too steady/let everything come out/in any form that suits/don't worry about publishers/they are another breed of rat//they'll say it's unpublishable/they'll talk about money/just laugh about that/know you'll lose anyway/be aware of what meaning is/before they twist it/and make it say something else/you never even implied/write/your first script of love/to someone who can hear/be dignified in courtship/because love exists/even though the rats try/to eat all the cheese/they call it porn/porn steals images of your beautiful bodies/idolising images of mute domination and boredom/how vile are these loveless films /write/to become another kind of bastard/another kind of lamb/write/when you find someone you can trust/don't let him go/don't leave him to cry/for some other joker with a fast quip/with great hopes and heaps of cash/with easy models of happiness/which always turn sour/you never get it easy/and when you do/something will always return/to smack you in the face/write/desire is like a fight/sometimes it's better to lose/than kick beauty in the face/every moment has its logic/and rats rewrite it all
/write /what you write/is nearly always true
Dom Gabrielli studied literature at Edinburgh and New York Universities and prepared for his doctorate in Paris and New York. Gabrielli’s passion for French literature and thought led him to begin writing, translating, and teaching. He translated widely including published works by Bataille, Leiris and Jabes. In the early 1990’s, he left the academic world to travel and devote himself to writing. He has published two books to date. The Eyes of a Man (2009), his first book of poetry, and The Parallel Body (2010), which earned considerable praise. Several new books are on their way. Gabrielli has also published several individual poems and interviews, notably at Leaf Garden Press, The Poetry Bay, Vox Poetica and Real Stories Gallery. Gabrielli's books are here:
His own whereabouts on an axis between language and nowhere.