The bucket list always grows,

for what else is the point of being alive?

From the insane to the rationale, the desire

to the humble and all via the avenue

of memory and atonement,

I wish to tick every single thing off my list.

 

I have kissed a thousand women

and loved a few thousand more,

I have scored a solitary league goal,

right foot volley, very lower league,

I keep the press cutting as a souvenir, August

1989 against the Salisbury Deaf,

I have no memento