He was more the friend of friends than a friend of mine
I was never sure I cared for him really
He smelled of tobacco and alcohol
His beard was crusty at its edges
His eyes had no light by midnight
Strangers feared him as they would a loose dog
I don’t know how the women in his life welcomed his touch
But they did
One night I saw him on the pavement below my apartment window
He was on his way to see our friend in the building I figured
First he took a swig from a bottle he pulled from his sport coat
Then crossed the street and peed against the dumpster behind the drugstore
Was it worse he looked like a mad man or a mad dog
The stain he left was visible the next morning