Matchless White

Behold, there are 
some prodigies
who wield 
the right spacing and 
typography
like swords, 
eschew
or explode cliches
like proper little 
trick hounds, 
wax street
or academy prolific
as lice
or lemmings,

and not a one of them
moves anyone, in fact
not a one of them
could move a fart
out of an overstuffed gut
at a chili cookoff,
reminding us

that virtuosity
left out in the sun
on reckless display 
without feeding
the greater good
bleaches, like 
dog shit,
to the purest
matchless
white.