paul-scofield
Born in san francisco. Lived in washington, d.c. and boston, massachusetts. Am a muralist and painter of oils, acrylic & watercolor paintings. I write poetry and short stories. Have traveled to england, canada, mexico, brazil, argentina, italy, france and spain, and throughout much of the u.s. of a. Living in san diego for a couple of years, now , but our permanent home is in san francisco. I believe creativity and compassion and love are the fonts of positivity needed to sustain a life
There once was a Donald from Brooklyn
Sought fame–like a chef adores cookin'
He bought and sold stuff
It was never enough
Our next Prez, just says,"Hah-caught ya lookin'!"
Oct 1, 2016
Oct 1, 2016 at 1:52 PM UTC
The memory of the present releases itself
as television regurgitates the combed surfaces
and chews into our future, making pretty colors
We begin, cogently enough, to see
what is presented on the plate at this pixel-cafe
and before long we are entertained
by the act of being, ourselves, digested . .
The distilled perfection of forms
the seeming access to all things
twines around our will,
quieting the motor of spontaneity . .
the cheerful **** of moneyed hands
tickles and tugs at our imaginations,
You ain’t seen nothing, yet!
The ‘other’ imagination of the world
here in your box of lights
watch it all spin
the laundromat of experience.
clean, dry and folded
Channel-surfing, an old western is found
( a movie character speaks in surround sound: )
“What are you rebelling against, Johnny?
Huh?! What do you got?”
paul-scofield 10-1-16
Oct 1, 2016
Oct 1, 2016 at 1:49 PM UTC