All things worth concern

I turned my radio on to get the full effect of the storm passing through my very own window
- but as I often do I fell quickly out of tune and went off to tend to my garden...
the garden that feeds to my heartburn so effectively.
And I feel my ribs contribute too much to breathing
- the rise and the fall of the skin on my chest...
it's all too much laboring.
Running around like a two-headed clown
- excessive eyes just cause things to blur...
and all things worth any concern are just pixels and sound bites in emotional fragments anyway.