The Cleanser Poem by Louis Borgo

I'm coming from a place where darkness and blues,

Echoes like shoes,

I'm coming from a understanding that the truth sometimes is like a pattern,

No tighter then suit and tied,

I invited you to cleansers and I remember that they kept,

My name in there database in high school and ten years plus when I did not believe,

In my self,

I'm coming from the era of church boy hymn in the pants and nice clean,

Shave and watch on handy,

Looking back on photos of flip o grams,

Boxers and briefs do match,

The drink or privilege coming down to who paying,

This is what I learn from listening to story far and near of women,

Even though some was few year older me they we tell me I'm not that most older you,

I was told to clean, press, and dry if that is a preference,

And what I learned it's a difference between the art and artistic some time I

Dress the way I feel,

But I must say,

When it comes to a couple and they are matching now that is singing the blues!

I'm coming from a place where darkness and blues

Echoes like shoes.