Lou does the 'maybe, maybe not' head wobble, and for a moment, debates how Art Professor he wants to get on this guy he'd basically just met.

"It depends on the sort of poetry we're talking about," he settles on, deciding to give Jack the tl;dr version of the verbal essay that was threatening to escape his brain. "It'd be right at home as a lyric in a Liminal midwest emo song, but that's a whole 'nother tangent that I don't think a lunch hour can contain."