on the production of poetry

by Arran James

Today i felt poetic before getting to work
and i sent a poetic message to my lover
something like
-and work is a means to steal the energies of pleasure
but i had meant to say something like
the indolent energies of pleasure, and maybe
something about the innocence of fallen angels.
at any rate, i know that all i was doing by feeling that way
was trying to make my nervousness beautiful.
maybe all poetry is the product of anxiety, of panic, of terror.