I’ll bet you didn’t know I was a poet

Artist’s statement: Matt Kincade uses vivid imagery, rhythm, and rhyming words written on paper to embody his inability to take himself, or life, or anything, all that seriously.


An Ode to Coffee, by Matt Kincade

Oh coffee, my lovely, my wonderful drug,

You’re beautiful steaming there inside my mug.

When, in the morning, I wish I was dead

The thought of you, baby, gets me out of bed.

So bitter and black

You’re my liquid crack

The welcome monkey on my back.

You exquisite thing, you beautiful bean,

Morning or evening or times in between.

True satisfaction is you in my cup

The only damned reason I even wake up.

You quicken my pulse, you sharpen my wits,

If I drink too much of you I get the shits.



Image credit: Matt Kincade, featuring his favorite tommy-gun mug.

7 thoughts on “I’ll bet you didn’t know I was a poet

  1. So it’s the coffee and not my horrible IBS, then… Well stated, Mr. K – with an understated attention to wry humor and crime story-like plot twists. And in an ABAB style meter – Kudos!

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