Sturgeon's Law

I am working on one poem where I really love the combination of theme and form, but where the form is overwhelming the content right now; and one where I love the theme and content, but where a form is not emerging in harmony with the writing. This situation is making me want to accidentally cut the back of my head with a cheap disposable razor--wait, I already did that yesterday while shaving. Other than that, though, life is pretty decent.