The prophet Latino poet wrote for years, waiting,
in the damp basement of a success dream
for the worth of his words to be transformed
into a framework of cultural importance.
He read about the unheralded clout
of the so called Hispanic conversation
and gigantically wrung out moisture left
from dry run sense units foretelling
the right of way passage
to the terrace of his dream
overlooking the awakening.
Statistics forced society
to open its droopy eyelid
and look through its lazy eye
to see the increases of his people
in business, art, language
the achieved exponential
no strangers to be lost
in the human race towards important position
in American millennial society.
The prophet Latino poet
worked countless binders of said verse
in the damp basement of his dream
earned refinement of his human terms
to be dried by conspicuous evidence of sun
so he’s begun to reach the height of the light
at the top of society’s stairs
it shows the writing on the wall
and now he’s hep to his place on the terrace.
“Hep Terrace” | Patt @2013