The noise and the cold

There is so much noise. 
It is cold. 
I am wrapped up 
In a throw.
I switched on the radio. 
They are playing Mozart.
The men downstairs 
Are drunk. 
They always are
After the temple fair,
Before they gamble
And pray to gods.
Throw dice
Shout
Argue
And then pray some more.
This is what they do.
This is when they get to
Chuck-chuck down that
Hard piece or two
Deep into the cheap,
Melamine bowl.

Dale Chou
2017-02-26