You've come to Crassick's Cleaning House

    [[[You're looking at the old (2001) version of my poetry site. If you want to see what I've put up lately, go to purgatory.]]]

    HELLO. I hope you're enjoying yourself. So, here's "The Epic Poem of the Sickmen", and here's "Tripoli". Oops! This just fell out my hand: "ark rat". MEDIUM: advertisement! (thieved). HOT: "Maybe I know why!". And, now, whether or not somebody whoops, "20 for Mary".

    My name is Chris Jackson. This is a picture of my twin brother John. He lives in his head. I live in my space helmet in Nashville.

    Some more poems (all poems listed on this page are listed chronomically by creation): win: "david, we Are heroes". place: "Stork". show: "What Childe Roland Saw Looking Further".

    HEY! If you don't mind a sloppy mind on it, please send something to crassick@aol.com. Why don't you anymore?

    I still miss my mother.

    But we're okay.

A paper boat sound,                            

Chris                            

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updated 04.01.01