No More Pomegranates?

Which is more interesting: Word-babies or baby-words?
I prefer the former, like the fruits of a dictionary tree
like::::orange:::::ads::::::spur::::::sprees of citrus shopping,
days on the blackberry, distracted from the task at hand:
buying--well, berries, of course, grapes, lettuce, I could go
on, but I won't.

Ok, i lied: POMEGRANATE. Lie over. The only time I
raw:::ate:::one

was in Andrea's kitchen in Palo Alto. It was sexual and weird,
the fruit, that is. Her boyfriend prompted me to see it akin to
cunnilingus, which isn't gross per se, but IS pretty weird
when actually eating

in semi-polite company.
No more pomegranates for me.