Tapping Apples, Tapping Life.


Apples speak, apples turn around and speak,
Apples with a cheek.
Cheeky redness had been swallowed
in the bygone vampire years.

Didn't it all come with a warning?
Of course, not.
For nothing comes back,
Evading the apple glory.
For everything comes back,
Tapping away the apple story.

And so they returned, making subtle appearances.
Reminding us, "wise" and corrupted men
of a corrupted story.

Props are not funny things, apples speak.
Props of "unreal" world, and hence,
props of reality,
giving identity.
Apples are fashioning vampires
in bizarre cinematic stories.
Apples speak through Adam, the vampire.
astonishing us, "men of intellect",
tapping away the apple glory.

Apples make us tap and dance to their tunes,
the tap dance of a forgotten era continues,
never did it fade.
Apples are clever.
Mac-book tapped,
echoing a charade of modernity
through the eyes "(i's)" of "new-age" communication.
Reverberating distorted images, unreal reality,
Inescapable reality.
I-pads tapped, I-pods tapped.
Phones tapped, expressions tapped.
Communication tapped,
Gift of humanity tapped
Fingers tapped, Minds trapped,
Humans trapped.
Apples are clever.

Slavery returned, slavery continued.
Forever corrupting us, children of Adam.
Tapping away the apple story.