change – fueled by the Motorcycle Diaries

see this movie. walter salles is brilliant. I need to go to Machu Picchu. I need to feel that mist and think, “what a travesty this dynasty does not rage.” oh, the troubles of our past – but if that dynasty existed, perhaps the revolution would never have occurred? such is the wealth of opportunity of reflection.

and here I was thinking this lizzard-crested shirt
was a memento of something I have yet to experience
when the opportunity has already come and gone and I took it
when the same tears would have fallen
regardless of my convictions to this global movement

but what cowards, yes bastards they all are
they throw up their hands but do not wish to wager anything
I have given all I can,
burned and toasted and I still have feeling in these swollen hands
and swollen mind

the guitar strumming may as well be the beat of my heart
its rapid pace, the tango and mambo that ensue
are only the beginning. I can go faster than the fastest house
or deeper than the deepest trance
if that’s what it takes to revive my spirit

if only this global movement started more locally
and I knew my keys’ location
I could treasure the injustice that fuels this desire
for change, sweet darlings, for change.