Sometimes I swearyou’ve got a Heartlike a Jukebox.As a child,I believed(juke) boxeswere madeof stars;Cradling             and                      (s)pinning,Hummingawayin total            .monaural       bliss.
They spoketo me in(ton) guesand,       thoughI knewthe                  words,I was           con(t)entedjust       (hu)mmingal(o)ng.-David Tomaloff

** from: bending light into verse|every picture tells a story - by Jen Tomaloff

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