Alchemisland

Gold tie pin has me looking Auric

Looking up to me like I’m screening the aurora

Auric field like glorious oil fire, sky-flecked glory

Casting spells like an auror

Disaster spell how much we’re pouring

Tail pinned to me like Eeyore 

Selection you’d sin to get into, hints of Christian Dior 

Beneath my biker jacket, in the back alley black bally smoking C4

Window you wanna look into, your winter look is bargain bin

I’m with a spinster, famous vintner, talking blister

Packs of strong Mandrax