Jul 4

© Matthew Word Bain

delightful ducklings
bouncing in bubbles
colorful circles on
a drab grey wall

how they must
enjoy the rain
when it flows
out through
the down
spout

and
how they
must appear
perfectly placed
as the rain splashes
and the bubbles dance
like raindrops in a
summer storm

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Jul 3

© Matthew Word Bain

this deep pink, evocative
of a certain gentle strength
standing out against a subtle
beige grey wall, floating above
a bed arrayed of light greens
early spring with nights
still cold and days
warm enough
for color to
emerge

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Jul 2

© Matthew Word Bain

the face of this building she is
the tulips, clearly, are for her
like a face one might see
in a dream — oblique
out of focus, distorted
and haunting, attaching
to memory and recurring
similar in some respects
to the one I recently
awakened from
singing to me…

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Jul 1

© Matthew Word Bain

decorated plywood
and a bed of pink tulips
indicate this old warehouse
is not so much abandoned
as it is unoccupied

these tulips turn out to be
an offering to an icon of a muse
the devotion of a spray paint Rublev
inspiring mortals below to look up
and see beauty…

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Jun 30

© Matthew Word Bain

flared fenders, once impressive
now trading topcoat for mildew
with tires sinking into asphalt
eyes closed, dreaming…

not even stertorous
snoring is audible
now of the once
throaty growl
it hears in its
dreams as
it prowls
lonesome
stretches of
blue highways
slithering silently
through serpentine
curves on sinuous
valley…

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Jun 29

© Matthew Word Bain

reflections on metal
in smooth dark paint
evince a world reminiscent
to analogue tape as compared
to early digital recordings
soft, smooth, and warm
saturated and thus
technically distorted
as a representation and yet
all the more pleasing
for the same

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Matthew Word Bain

Matthew Word Bain

purveyor of stochastic resonance | pilgrim of blur | describing diaphaneity by way of ambiguity | https://www.patreon.com/matthewwordbain