Wedding Plans

Wedding Plans
 
King Minos and the traveling jug band
Convene in a motel court
Where I am granted an audience
With the bride of Sun Ra
Her beau born on Saturn’s rings
But she ponders the nuptial hour apace
As his flutist from Titan
Who seeks bridal grass
For barefoot beatitude
I spice her heart with an Indian Mound marriage
Where native souls can seep through soles  
Brings her a Great Spirit smile  
But her idea sprouts into silicon
Of computer age Wedding
With AI pastor
To bring cyber reality to the fore
My repartee: “Marriage isn’t a computer sacrament”
“How silly of me” she laughs like a wood nymph
Whose Syrinx blown by lips of fire
Smolders into ancient embers