It's like watching them
masturbate their brains
the tree their collection
like hustler, playboy,
like their stash of porn videos
getting off on ideas
breathe the idea
all the way into your pelvis
their heads are zooming around
in the stratosphere
thinking ideas
can change the world
wanting company
to bring out plates
like hors d’oeuvres
tasting the ideas
stacking them like tinker toys
no, it's more like a child
like some couples have a dog or cat
instead of a child,
the tree is their baby
they nurture it, it grows
it feeds on all the ideas
a child made of glowing words