Last Orders

[MadisonDiem]

Bare tapping toes
curled and eager for dance
spring me from the picnic table
across the warm shadow-slatted
beer-garden cobblestones
through rambunctiousness
to the back-bar hatch
where Adam or Ben provide
another blood-brown ale;
tart effervescent
liquid presence.

[[I'm not sure I like the hyphenated descriptions you have going on here.. they seem to be trying too hard. Blood-brown ale? Is ale bloody or red? Have I been drinking the wrong ale? I do see how that ties in with the ending, but it seems strange.
I also think some differing punctuation or beginning of line capitalization would improve the intended flow and give it more sense.. I had to read through a couple times to find the pauses you (probably) intended..]]

Tautened hamstrings
numbed by a bucket-seat (again, I don't like this)
haul concrete feet (I do like this image, though)
past walls of warnings
into the windowless office
where someone stranger MD (someone stranger MD? Grammar?)
closes a yellowish folder
pockets a pen (these last two lines don't do much for me, they're filler)
and pronounces the diagnosis;
cirrhosis of the liver,
I blink then shiver. (these last two lines might be better with a comma after 'blink')

Lead-lined lids shut
on senses dulled by a draft (Ooh, I like the paralled of a medicinal draft with a beer)
seeping through my shoulder
inducing staged sleep in a room
of clicks, pumps, beeps
and blinding light
where twelve incise and reveal (I don't get this.)
to harvest a saviour (or this)
and sow then stitch (or this)
their presence within me;
amnesty granted,
humanity transplanted (this clarifies the last, but not the twelve)

I like some of the images you used in here; some are more effective than others. I did get most of the meaning of the poem after a few reads, but the last stanza still confuses. Don't try to be confusing or unclear for poetry's sake - sometimes your ideas come through, but don't purposefully try to make the meaning obscure just because you can. Besides that, it seems like a series of run-on sentences without intonation or pause. I would work on the pacing.