Static Over Eden
—where the garden glitches and the signal won’t hold

The fruit was ripe, the air was clean,
But something buzzed beneath the green.
The leaves were still, the sky surreal,
A paradise you couldn’t feel.

Tequila hit, bright as a wire,
A flash of heat that sang of fire.
Then lime arrived, too sharp, too pure,
Like truth that didn’t ask demure.

A touch of jalapeƱo brine,
To add the edge, the crooked line.
And bitters dropped, electric red,
Like sirens screaming in your head.

You drank. The static flared and hissed.
The garden blurred. The taste dismissed.
And all that once felt safe and true
Now blinked and buzzed…
and fractured too.


šŸ“œ Static Over Eden – The Recipe

Instructions:
Shake hard with ice and let it short-circuit.
Strain into a chilled rocks glass over a large cube.
Garnish neatly. The garden still pretends.