I was walking across the footbridge under Jefferson Street when I thought of this poem. At many points in my life, including now, it would have seemed too stupid to bother writing down, but I did anyway, rehearsing various versions of it in my head as I walked. I had really good luck in that spot one summer and wrote many poems there, although I have yet to catch a fish.
|Doogie Howser Outsider Poetry|
I don't remember why I wrote this poem. It was just something that seemed funny to me after Neil Patrick Harris re-emerged upon the cultural scene. I'm not sure at all if my mental illness inspires some of my poetry, inhibits it, or prevents me from writing at times. It's just part of who I am.