Pulse.
Pub dub dub on my knees
Cluck cluck cluck on my thighs
Rub a dub dub on my toes
traveling, the curious pulse
I'm not in the mood to sleep
nor in the mood to sin
the heavy mass of imaginative hopes
Popped off the bubble sack
Truthhammer
dug
deep
sharp
gulp
pressure-stricken
a heavy ouch
let me sleep
I won't weep