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