365 Days · Poetry

5 – Moustache Man

There he goes
Hiding behind
His impressive mo’
Wearing it like
A child
Wears his cape
A sheet
Around his neck
And you bet
He’s Clarke Kent
In a phone box
He’s finally free
To shoot webs
From his wrists
Green-fisted
He’s the silent hero
His laser vision
Saves the world
His secrets are
Just bad dreams
And his demons
Are the villains
For a moment
That moustache
Takes on the world
And wins

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