Nitrous Oxide by Ian Lewis Copestick

Brit Grit, Ian Copestick, Poetry

Nitrous Oxide

Everywhere I go I
see tiny, empty gas
canisters lying in
the gutter. They look
like the ones that my
uncle used to put the
fizz into his home-brewed
lager, except they were
green, where these
ones are bright silver.
Someone told me
that they are laughing
gas canisters.
Apparently, nitrous
oxide is the latest cool
drug for hipsters to
take. Where they buy
it from, or how they
use it, I do not know.
But, for all of these
two, or three inch
long silver tin things
that I keep seeing
everywhere, I never
seem to see anyone