‘The Gospel According to Hoffman-Laroche’ by Mike Alexander The Society April 22, 2014 Humor, News of Note, Poetry 3 Comments Tell me why the patient is still crying. What pharmaceuticals? pain pills? barbiturates? What pretties has the doctor been supplying? Finish the prescription. Don’t give up trying the newest, truest of amalgamates. Tell me why the patient is still crying. Xanax will put you down when you are flying, while Ecstacy delivers altered states. What pretties has the doctor been supplying? Whatever truths you cannot help denying let Sodium pentothal unlatch the gates. Tell me why the patient is still crying. One dosage is for selling, one for buying, Rohypnol for those reluctant dates. What pretties has the doctor been supplying? Tell me what you dole out to the dying. What paradise or punishment awaits? Tell me why. The patient is still crying. What pretties has the doctor been supplying? Featured Image: “Pharmacy – Daily Remedies,” photograph, by Mark Savad. Related Post ‘The Discovery’ by Rebeca Parrott “She vanished to the wood,” they said. “Forget her—that strange and sickly child.” A child? Your face was no more childish than mine. And ... Tell the world:FacebookTwitterTumblrPinterestRedditLinkedInEmail 3 Responses James Ph. Kotsbar April 22, 2014 Great modern villanelle! (so sadly true) Reply Marc Tretin May 4, 2014 You got it right. We are more than our synapse chemistry, even if we are not, because we FEEL we are more than our biochemistry. Reply Mike Alexander May 10, 2014 Marc, I agree. I myself like how this poem talks about biochemistry & our artificial paradises, but laces in a lot of religious concerns. Done that before, but it’s always a nifty trick. Mike Reply Leave a Reply Cancel Reply Your email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email.