Len Gurts With Slight Improvements but You Can Hear the Phallic in It

God said, “I thought Jung would be the final nail,”
and I know exactly what I sound like. I was gifted
with the traumatic ability to capture doves
between my index finger and thumb, and it impressed no one
I was forced to impress as they were so high
and alert to the fact that their first fingers
were pointing at me in tears. So I soberly tried pointing

at the trees: I was too wooden. There was no ambiguity.
I went back to talk of archetypes and the promise
to forget the tricks I learnt in childhood: that was too
far too! I made a joke of it instead. We are now
all better again with our overlapping
coos, which I have relearnt, meaning
I am not such an ignorant pig.