Sometimes I swear
you’ve got a Heart
like a Jukebox.
As a child,
I believed
(juke) boxes
were made
of stars;
Cradling
and
(s)pinning,
Humming
away
in total
.monaural
bliss.
They spoke
to me in
(ton) gues
and,
though
I knew
the
words,
I was
con(t)ented
just
(hu)mming
al(o)ng.
-David Tomaloff
** from: bending light into verse|every picture tells a story - by Jen Tomaloff
red. hat.
