My attempt to join the ranks of famous psychologists has once again fallen a wee bit short

Ocean, a potion of motion. Love and dove and glove.

American Collectors (Fred and Marcia Weisman), David Hockney (1968)

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My attempt to join the ranks of famous psychologists has once again fallen a wee bit short

by Bob Hicok

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.