When you’re blessed by the vision of a goddess,
Up comes all the shame and guilt and private hell of sexuality.
Wow did that ever send one packing!
One was innocent, to be beset with such a fate,
The blessed vision of the goddess,
Being beset upon by many men.
One can only blame Google Search engines,
Those mechanical masters of synchronistic fate,
That offer such multiple variations of a delight on a plate.
A cornucopia of confessions of delight and love, and yes,
Desire like the fire to the flood of images in my mind,
Alex Grey’s legs spread all over the page.
Being beset upon by many men,
In this succulent narrative
Of possibility in this poem.
When innocence meets greed and the gorgeous
Thought of gorging in that gorge, those lips,
Those breasts, those feet.
The consciousness of the consciousness
That would ever be, ever such a goddess was open to me.
The blessedness of the duality of body and poetry.
And blame it all on Google Search engines if you please.
‘Alex Grey’ is also the artist of spiritual visionary art,
And a grey-haired high priest of the Tantric Arts.
Google ‘Alex Grey sex’ in Google Images if you’d like to now see,
The vision of the goddess as (if) it was revealed to me,
Not in visionary, non-visionary, binary, or any other space,
But simply as the innocence of your screen:
The pornographic multiplicity of sexual imagery, but
This time mixed in with the spiritual sexual art of Alex Grey!
Let it be a meditation of innocence and a goddess,
The inadvertent but very blessed body of Alex Grey.
Assure yourself you stumbled in, admittedly in a different way
By chance or impulse or desire or play, whether by chance
Or fate or synchro-nis-cios…itay! The very blessed body
Of Alex Grey, with Alex Grey’s art mixed in, all in one display!
Whether now a play of poetry or an actual experience
You can see and can now see arrayed, one would still
Have to say, it was worth the time to write and read.
And even to see – now, today – the blessed blending
Of pussy and penis almost seemingly never-ending
blended neverendingly in with the energetically deep-seeing
Visionary art of Alex Grey. Like rainbow, X-ray, hallucinogenic,
Light-wrapped, onion-skin, visionary layers, looking in
To all levels of couples coupling in sexual embrace.
You’d have to see it to believe, if it were there to be seen,
If it were there to be seen on one odd but rather blessed
Google Search engine days.
Lol (as they say), yes, hopefully you’ve guessed
The very innocence of this poem and this fate,
To be blessed by the goddess of goodness and Google.
Alex Grey’s legs spread all over the page, those pornographic
Magazines you had in your day – but here, yes here,
Between the pussy and the penis as Leonard would say:
All over your screen both Alex and Alex vision and visionary
Grey, pornographic goddess and visionary shower of the Way,
All for your delectalment of deliciousness (and wisdom)
All in one day. When one innocently Googles looking for
‘Alex Grey the artist’ but specifically his artwork of sexual
Content. Ah, ‘content’, what a pun, why would one ever be?
Content with such a multiplicity, municipalities, principalities!
Poetic profusions like words spilled all over your page; when
One is one with the Goddess that’s all that’s betrayed.