Was it my turn to vacuum the collective unconscious?
I liked Jung better than Freud, though I thought
A. J. Foyt kind of nailed human psychology
by speeding around and around an asphalt track,
as if proving we're getting nowhere fast. Never learned
what A. J. stood for. Adjacent Jamboree? Adamant Jehovah?
Ascendant jumping is my kind of jumping, though I wish
there wasn't the attendant fall. One of my favorite typos:
collective unconscience, as if there's a pool
of unethical behavior we all swim in
from time to time. Sorry: since
there's a pool of unethical behavior
we all swim in from time to time. With Jung,
I'll admit that when I come across his idea
of the anima, I do think enema, but only because rhyme
gives me no choice. Like skull and mull. Toking
and joking. Ocean, a potion of motion. Love
and dove and glove. Vagina and thank you.
Morning and mourning. Yes and bless
my wife for promising not to die.