Lou

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.