Fast Forward Through the Good Parts

Lou Reed’s banana

splattered in black tar heroin,
but they still want
to feel his rot from the inside.

Unhappy until
the smell is acrid
and salivating,
singed flesh,
and burning hair.

They don’t want to watch
the violent jerking,
hauling’ re-hauling.
They just want the tremors of before
and the smell of burnt toast.