Dream Song 55: Peters not friendly. He gives me sideways looks

 Peter's not friendly.
 He gives me sideways looks.

The architecture is far from reassuring.

I feel uneasy.

A pity,—the interview began so well:
I mentioned fiendish things, he waved them away
and sloshed out a martini

strangely needed.
 We spoke of indifferent matters—
God's health, the vague hell of the Congo,
John's energy,
anti-matter matter.
 I felt fine.

Then a change came backward.
 A chill fell.

Talk slackened,

died, and began to give me sideways looks.

'Chirst,' I thought 'what now?' and would have askt for another
but didn't dare.

I feel my application failing.
 It's growing dark,
some other sound is overcoming.
 His last words are:
'We betrayed me.
'

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