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Poor Harvest

by Jordan Caroompas

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Poor Harvest // parts 5-7 11:38
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7 short poems set to music and accompanied by film.

Poor Harvest video:
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Poor Harvest
1.
Berkshires, I can see you
all the way from Albany
feigning blue. But by the time
I was among you, you
were blushing with Autumn.
Up in nearly California flames
with evident embarrassment for
what you’ve witnessed of me.
Remember? On that car ride
when I didn’t have time to be
driving through you.

2.
I ended up blinded by rainfall, but you’d be
extinguished if you had followed me.
Rather, engulfed in mis-decision, self-immolation.
Ballistic! Tracing the past’s trajectory,
and contesting its pace!

3.
I’ve never drowned with my eye’s closed and
this was no exception. Held just below the surface
of the Redhead’s blue eyes, like seeing the sky
through the ten thousand medallions of an October maple.
Mesmerized. Again, I forgot to breathe.

4.
Yesterday morning spat inaugural flurries and
today 8AM, already my fingers are numb
with the cold of your absence. This time last year,
When I apologized for that gravest error.
Every day, employment optional – your September
Tears forging my doctor’s notes. At terminal
velocity, fumbling for the remains of what wasn’t, even.
My hand won’t just forget the promise
of that nurturing October embrace.

5.
First day of winter, I thought I was through
worrying. You shuffled in, draped in your new,
too big, mustard-yellow jacket. Or was it like
late harvest, Autumn honey? Certainly as sweet.
I’m not allergic to the stings of only bumblebees.

6.
Collected my almost-tears from October to
March and let the culmination spill from the
sky at lonely 2 AM! Not long before
my parents arrived to evacuate me
and winter, too, not long afterwards.
5 months to realize death has been
Autumn’s duty and dirty work, the same.
Politician Winter, butcher of truth! Wears a
lapel pin reading “cold, barren, death”,
marketing away its passivity. Politician Winter, thief!
We were right to be concerned by seasonality, in time
for hibernation, when healing was supposed to happen.

7.
I’m quick to forget how lovely the dying
embers were because you sang “Timber!”
sometime last Autumn – I’m not sure you
appreciate how that was maybe the biggest
breath you’ve ever taken. Once again, from
your diaphragm, scream fertility into the few
things you hope to pluck from your dewy
garden at the end of next poor harvest!

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released December 10, 2016

Sean Collins - Voice

Ruby Wang - Additional Footage

Jordan Caroompas -
Footage, Composition, Recording, Mixing, Mastering, Poetry

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Jordan Caroompas Brooklyn, New York

jordan caroompas is a musician, writer, and animator based in brooklyn. they eat food, often for enjoyment.

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