I made a town of dust,
Plastic people, and rust.
The sky drawn by tarp, (The sky drawn by a tarp> Might help with the flow)
And good intentions at heart.
The people had the same expression,
One of exasperation.
The roads were dirt and cold,(instead of dirt, maybe put dark)
They're fixed positions getting old. (Their not They're)
These figments of western imagination,
Began to move, my creation.(feels like its missing something)
Over night, and in my sleep,
I awoke to cities at my feet.
Hand in hand 'round my bed,
The plastic soldiers raised my head,
These things that can't really be,
Made the best person out of me.
-Aris Kanara
The secound stanza (The roads were dirt and cold) dirt doesn't go well with cold. Cold is more of a feeling and dirt a thing. I suggested the word "dark". The third stanza feels like its missing something. It doesn't flow as well as the rest of the poem.
I hope my little nitpicks help haha