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.