Imitation Poetry of poems by Anne Carson

Town of Boredom
See them.
All racing to unimportant places.
For no good reason.
Cars like fighting bugs.
Forgetting the destination.
Do you see them?
Cold, wooden wind-up toys.
That never stop.

Fear Town
Ice melting on my shoes.
Were making squeaks like children.
Running past my black window.
Closed to shut out the Monday.