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.