Kenny and I have been performing together for years. How can Marilyn Reed and Kathy Vrzak not count me among their friends? My name is not mentioned in the credits.
Last night I read at Tsunami Books. No one told me it was going to be an erotic poetry slam. I brought Laura’s Glance and explained to the large audience that when I was growing up, when a couple got wet in black and white movies, it meant they were going to have sex. If they found shelter from a sudden storm under a pavilion, it meant they had achieved coitus. Then, came the kiss, the sound of a thousand strings, and they were in love!
Wow! I can’t wait!
Once I was off the stage a woman read her poem about lesbian sex with a dildo. Then a pro from Oakland took us where I did not care to go, and I left.
That is Izzy on stage, and Kenny Reed on drums. They left before the real naughty female exhibitionist took over. They would have made Lenny Bruce…
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