Primetime by Nan Turner

Primetime

Breezy attitude
white light
bartender
stage fright

Ladies of
certain age
hair down
on parade

Nothing prepares you
for saying goodbye
expectation
never got me high
drip of the faucet
Brando in his prime
lives on an island
and he's fine

Snow angel
where's your Dad?
Best time (best time)
ever had
Cold nose
lost and found
disco ball
spinning round

Nothing prepares you
being what you're not
It's a risky business
sliding around in your socks
Don't know how to say
you're asleep on a dream
so you go home
and blame your bad genes

Don't wanna live
one foot out the door
missing all I had
just the year before

I press on you
faded bruise
left behind left behind left behind

Nothing prepares you
for the illusion of age
filter on a sunset
suppress body rage
Drugs that you pilfer
Joan Crawford with more charm
raise the stakes
set the alarm
Cha cha cha cha cha cha

• Indie
• Pop
• folk
• indie
• performance art
• rock
• theatrical poetry
• Kansas City