Collapse & Neat – By Geox
a poem where the world ends without ice and dignity dies upright
No twist, no melt, no sweet disguise,
Just cask-strength truth and weathered eyes.
You don’t dilute the fall from grace.
You meet it raw, and face to face.
The glass is heavy. So’s the air.
A Scotch that doesn’t even care.
No citrus peel, no sugared pout,
Just all the pain the barrel let out.
You lift it slow, your hand resigned,
To toast the failings well-designed.
A bitter fire, a final creed,
No frills, no faith, no hidden need.
You sip. You burn. You feel it crawl.
Like gravity that knows it all.
And in that glass, no storm, no feat,
Just one last cheers to Collapse & Neat.
📜 Collapse & Neat – The Recipe
- 2 oz Cask-Strength Single Malt Scotch
- Garnish: None. Garnish is denial.
Instructions:
Pour into a heavy-bottomed glass.
Serve at room temperature, like judgment.
No ice. No dilution. Just consequences.
Best consumed while staring at old plans, dead screens, or the last working light in the bunker.