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.