The intimacy of consensual violence.

Joby Jo Coleslaw29 Oct 2014

Money runs out in two weeks -
get paid every four -
this is a door
been slammed before.
Get my kicks in
other ways;
I steal them from that girl onstage.
Make my lungs feel weird again.
Make my heart jump up and down.
Make me fake an ache until I see you for the fourteenth round.
Never been one for silence -
don’t like quiet -
kiss me and let’s riot.
Make me breakfast
while I laugh
and ask you for your autograph.