Trampoline Superstar

Heavens

The earth was covered up in grenadine

The day he died

He stood up laughing at the edge of the rack

With a barrel

Over his head

Well, I guess the trampoline would bring him higher

His hands were always reaching to the sky

Now the wretched tones

Of smashing bones

Took the catcher in the rye

Now memories

Of sweaty rubber pants and Tirolean

Haunts the man

Who cracked the decades with the edge of his palms

In the face of

The queen of the prom

And now his boys are getting bigger

And the apples never fall far from the tree

In a fistful of aggression

A mouth-full of debris

Now Mr. Slim skipped the gym

He broke a fingers and a rib, but they told him that he's gonna be fine

He didn't care

For cannonball

And for football he was always too clumsy but he liked to fall

Yesterday's

Superstars

On trampoline

With turtlenecks

Came marching through the secondary school

And by the pool

They found his favourite Freudian slippers

And a catcher in the rye