Blanche

Loosely based on "A Streetcar Named Desire"

Drive me home on an empty road

In an old time streetcar with secrets in the seats

and when I press my head against the glass,

do not wake me, just tell me it's raining again.

Open the window to let in a fantasy's gale

and what it expand to fill the empty niches

like a liar's concrete.

Whisk away the oxygen on a cold Autumn evening.

But when the tires roam past the garden of the dead,

lift me up and open the door so I can step outside 

and get my bearings temporarily

so I can find a place called home among the wicked.