Carbon Dioxide

My tears burn ditches

While ploughing down my face

Flames of feelings still arsonise

Even when else fell to dust.

I cannot describe more,

As I do not understand

Blue Prints

Many try to master

The architecture of a bridge

I worked day and night

On a bridge intended to break.

So many things she says

So little which is meant

If bridges lie they fall apart

But why make the architect suffer?

I left the broken bridge

And combed through the blue prints

Tried to find something wrong

Something which made the bridge

Lose its strong.

She confuses me.