Watermelon
by Charles Bukowski
And the windows opened that night,
A ceiling dripped the sweat
Of a tin god,
And I sat eating a watermelon
All false red,
Water like slow-running
Tears,
And I spit out seeds
And swallowed seeds,
And I kept thinking
I'm a fool
I'm a fool
To eat this Watermelon,
But I kept eating
Anyhow.
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Charles Bukowski, a prominent German-American poet, novelist, and short story writer.