LAST CALL By Lindsay McLeod

LAST CALL

If this isn't what you've yearned for 
or indeed what you are craving
then cup your hands, drink deeply 
of a sweeter misbehaving.

If you cannot find your wine inside 
the glass that you were given,
taste the new with eyes and thighs 
and dye your lips a deep vermillion

with a juice that has been pressed 
from vines let grow out of control
that taste of summertime and
sex and drugs and rock and roll

because if you...

find distaste in your final breath
dressed in another's ill fit clothes
remember, this did not just happen
sweetheart, this is what you chose.

Lindsay McLeod is an Australian poet that has won a few things and is widely published. He just had to start messing about with words again lately. You’d think he’d know better by now, but oh no. Some of his most recent work can be found in DILLYDOUN REVIEW, GRAND LIL THINGS, DRAWN TO THE LIGHT, POETiCA and MORTAL MAGAZINE.