WHO?

who was that
who woke up in dawn darkness
and
didnt
know
what breakfast was for?

who was that in the black velvet blinkers
with the headache surging
like a riptide of mercury 
full of sediment of wine?

who was that hollow absence 
on naked and newborn legs?
he 
travelled up the hall halfway
before
he
heard loud
his 
one sentient sense 
cry NO!

he was a dark prince of a childs midnight
he
should have left 
in the rolls royce at the end of dreams

but

he was found
surprised and walking 
on
the 
ugly carpet stains of morning

he didnt know
what breakfast was for
and
he worked the telephone with his hooves