CRAIGAVON

The sound of nature and the cars go by

We are in between a city and a town ,

plans for spanish villas in northern Irish weather

and people from all the broken towns

give them hope for a good year dream

a drawn out utopia sketched by pen on paper.

The balancing lakes to balance everything

Heaven to a child from the north, south,

east, or west of troubled dreams.

Bringing with it all those broken dreams

Society’s wasteland beyond society

but the dream comes back to bite you.

Like travellers in an unfenced reservation

just like a trailer parked trash

ok there’s alcoholics at the lakes and junkies

in the flats there’s asbo’s coming out

of the new city pre-fabbed walls

this is like an American dream gone wrong

or a beatnik novel gone right

were all dharma bums on natures road’.