Poetry from Tony Longshanks LeTigre

Turn Forward

DEAD END says the sign
but I wonder, each time
does the road really end,
or does it just pretend?
Love Poem for Trespassers
The only thing that makes me feel romantic
is when I come across a vacant house that looks charming
and think about how you & I could break into it
& live there happily & sexily ever after
for two or three months, maybe—
until we got busted