My Brother Lindsay

—for William Lindsay White

The nastiness of older brothers—

Poor limp-wristed William Lindsay

Who never wanted to be Editor

He preferred martinis and—

Bridge parties back in New York

Where he could be a Queen Bee

He tried to continue The Gazette—

But his nelly voice didn’t go very

Well at the Lyon County Rodeo

I heard him addressing the rather—

Raunchy crowd of cowboys and

Butchy ranch-hands one time

It was so embarrassing, my dears—

To hear Lindsay’s nasal effeminate

Whining Voice drift over the audience

He tried to sound unpretentious—

But just couldn’t seem to help himself

Even the Rodeo Clowns smirked at him

Midwestern Noir