Vajazzled Stye Sequence, 5

But should 'alf a rain blade
l/ a turpentined hairline
Gordianly bogart
its own innominate veinbow
- givetherighttheright,
leavetheleftwhat'sleft 
- & shishkiss my 'bow in 2,
my gloss section will have cropt a crosssect innit?
& I will remain but a rainbozo,
the rain's beau...
Much as you left me, Dark Cow.

Browserk bowlips
of a wet poet,
woozy wordpicker w/ lordosis lips
in a North Face cagoule
which fails to nerf his face's
coldshouldered expression.
Redraw hamstercheeks 
of gavaged downpour
expectorated, rejected /
for Thor's backwash, a rainbolus
of nostalgie de la boue, but this is no
bonne bouchée de boue, 
drippy shiteating fool!
More that it merely started spittin',
boo hoo blitzen',
just as I was spitting
up greyscale bogies of lungshadows
I attribouchée to being 
chewedup & spatout by choo,
Dark Cow. Rainbow lustrous

a hackt slumped 'c' & a humped slack 'u' 
now, a pair of flapping wrigglers,
technicolour gozzers. Their 
7 meanings bleedingout 
to bunting stumps, truncated & phantasmal
& not worth celebrating at all.
Till a shitshøi Hammershøi rainbow 
into its moieties maimed,
lindweight leadworms 
lopped & awaiting
monotincantainment in a septych tank
at the end of my rainbow.
Which the leper porn showed me

& my stye-cloptic Jap's stye. 
Silverlinings are just dun if they don't shine.