Oz

normally pursuant to the stars
of our lives,
the cantankerous feeding of
blood-shot television personalities,
rises my interest
in a pair of jeans.

nevermind my wardrobe burdens
my honey-suckle driven belief
in Oz and 55-hour weeks;

i wanted so much, my chance to
live and claim, not the sherpa
under a mortgage of 200,000.

i can't disappoint the lofty knights
and texas-hold'em club ladies