Yea, free form poetry is very theraputic. I've writte pages and pages of stuff like that. You just say the first thing that comes to mind and then expound on it and intellectualize it and it turns into this beautiful creative process.
The Man on the radio wont leave me alone, he says
"Go to get your act straight sonny, go play the trombone
and take a little bit of what is your own
in turn it into a trip to the unknown
And I try to turn him down but the static gets
so loud
it hurts my eardrums
and through the snowy sounds something silent says to me
You're doing alright. Despite what they say
Soon everything will be ok and life as you know it will be happy ang gay
But how can it be that this soothing cantaion
was told by the man on the radio station?