The Dealer's Heart

The dealer's heart
the dealer's heart
is a feeler with a stump leg
and a broken wrist

He lost his temper
He lost his temper
in December
cuz his tracks led to a half-eaten dead reindeer

He breaks with the past
He breaks with the past
He breaks with the past
Like a card sharp
Or November

Nonny nonny hey
Nonny nonny ho
Please let the icy wind not blow

The dealer's mouth
reaches for a pencil
and hucks my name
into a booklet 
of spit and infamy

he feeds on his tongue
with his dealer's heart
then fires up his overcoat
while smoking a death cigar

He breaks with the past
He breaks with the past
He breaks with the past
Like a cockroach
Or a photograph

Nonny nonny hey
Nonny nonny ho
Please let the icy wind not blow