The Etheridge of Solvent

[billy]

Out in the desert, on would on work better on the next line
a dirt road, apples fall
to their tired deaths and
drown in harmony with
the earth.

Pending suspension
between the fabric
that we walk on and
the amber gear lands.

To ponder such things
tears a hole. Somewhere.




"Death is a delightful hiding-
place for weary men." ~ Herodotus.

i have no idea what or who the etheridge of solvent is i did a google and got a band and a knight, still non the wiser i carried on

the poem feels a little trippy in a physics kind of way, or a kind of Schrödinger cat trippy,

the hole tear is i presume something akin to the space time continuum of wherever ,
in truth the poem feels like a reflection on life. other than that and the fact i like it i can't give any feedback per say, apart from enjambment;

words like on, and with, to of, it etc usually read better at the start of the sentence as opposed to the end. (of course they are exceptions)

thanks for the read as always jadie.