Entropy Punch – By Geox
a poem where the party dies slow and the laws of heat laugh last


The ice was cracked, the bowl was deep,
A jungle hum disturbed the sleep.
The citrus bloomed, the sugar lied,
But still, the warmth would not subside.

One rum for flavor, one for fire,
Each measure tipping fate’s own wire.
The orange danced in riotous jest,
While lemon stung the honeyed chest.

A sprinkle spice, a kiss of ash,
A nutmeg rain on liquid clash.
The glass was raised. The crowd began,
A thousand sips, a melting plan.

You drank. It burned. You grinned. It spilled.
The heat grew strange, the air unfilled.
And by the end, no one could say
Where time went wrong or ran away.


📜 Entropy Punch – The Recipe

Instructions:
Shake all ingredients with ice like you’re mixing the end of order.
Strain into a chilled rocks glass or punch bowl over a large cube or cracked ice.
Garnish generously or not at all. Entropy doesn’t care.


Best served at the beginning of the end, when everything is slightly too warm and no one’s watching the thermostat.