A Flash of Pink

For those of you who've been wondering where the hell I've been all week, I wrote you a sonnet:


A Flash of Pink

A flash of pink; ferocious blues,
A hopshot scotch to a common day,
Old-school grit meets new tattoos;
Lots to look at, lots to say.

Twists of limbs in twos ensues,
Details fuzzy - that's okay,
Play again, what's there to lose?
Two feet's too far to fly away.

Four-plus days, laughing, bare,
Easy silence, dancing swine,
Countless smokes and war wounds shared,
Fast-track lovin', slow-spent time.

Born of liquor, forged in sin,
Cash me out. Count me in.


If you'll notice, I wrote this one in tetrameter. I've noticed (after reading a balls-ton of Shakespeare's sonnets recently) that pentameter slows the poem down into a pleasant rhythmic flow; the asymmetrical foot count leads to a more leisurely pace when reading through a work. Tetrameter, on the other hand, keeps the pace faster, especially since each line can be broken up into two phrases as they are here. And considering the breakneck pace at which these last few days have moved, I decided to clip the last foot off to keep the poem moving. Let me know if it worked.