Lou wanted to be noticed and understood,

but he was so quiet.

So one day he wrote the following poem:





a four or five piece band

where three or four of the people don't play any instruments

performed in front of an

audience consisting solely of six foot two lesbians from Anchorage Alaska,

a kind of healing feeling friendly Sam

for a fortnight and a half a ham and cheese

insinuating strenuous selfishness

and culminating in

concrete caribou tissue

and crucified cats



After finishing the poem, Lou left it on the dining room table.

Then he went into the bathroom, slit each wrist

seven times

and quietly died.

No one noticed but everyone understood.

No one noticed but everyone understood.