Daydreaming At 5: 30 Am Poem by Brevet Wilson

I am waiting for the world to explode
I am waiting for the oceans to exceed their grasps.
I am waiting for you to start carving flaming words in to the air
with a silver forked tongue.
I am waiting for the numbers to come in.
I am waiting for words to jump off pages and start a 50 state murder spree.
I am waiting for every clock on the planet to break...
at exactly the same time.
I am waiting for the deaf, dumb, and idiotic celebreties to melt,
screaming,
running through streets.
I am waiting for people to rub the sleep from their eyes and go outside.
I am waiting for the television stations to be overrun by psychotic schizophrenics...at gun point.
I am waiting for concrete to burn like kerosene.
I am waiting for humanity to FINALLY admit it is NOT humane.
I am waiting for scars to be recognized as beauty marks.
I am waiting for your cool to drip with blood.
I am waiting for the insane and violent to inherit the earth.
I am waiting for America to stop using it's televisions as windows to the world.
I am waiting for scarifaction to take the place of plastic surgery among the rich and stupid.
I am waiting for Americas hungry to start eating the fat and powerful.
I am waiting for the 'barbarians at the gates' to break through wearing hair shirts and loin cloths carrying automatic weapons.
I am waiting for screams... all kinds, pain, anguish, victory, battle cries...SCREAMS.
Life IS trying to kill you.