The heavy Midnight air still lingers even at 4am,
it shifts and pauses, floats and stops but never moves
far from your door.
Exhaling the drag end of a cheap nasty cigar
and blowing a kiss to the tendrils of mist
that collect at your feet, numbing them ahead
of the perfect summer’s day to come,
you are reminded that
for inside every good man
there is a villain that the public
want to see emerge,
a Captain Hook for their imagination and mouth