Pomegranate

There are two kinds of people in the world:

those who say they love to eat pomegranates

and those who tell the truth. But, yes, they’re red,

and healthy foods taste either red or red.

Steak, cherry popsicle, red velvet cake.

Full of such health, I stayed up all summer

sketching a fringe play called Dangling Apricocks

and collapsing somewhere near Jolicoeur.

When somebody looks over their glasses and says,

‘Look at it this way, m’sieur, you have a scar

but at least you still have most of your face,’

what can you say but ‘D’you like daiquiris?’

Healthy red medicines, or even those blushed

Pepto pink, die in the Canadian cold;

you can’t keep Diet Cokes at home for fear

the deliciousness will dull you to God.