Vajazzled Stye Sequence, 7

Simply a supernumerary & spurious Rimbaud,
unless Dark Cow is my Surelay Verlainetime!
A lazing lady's leylumps of sheer lait
leadtheway thru the laybyrinth
to a rainbowed layby.

When the highrises of my hirepurchase homelands
are overtyned by the bailiff brine,
when tigh hides be waterflogged
by Milton Glacier's perished ice, lost
to the apocadrips that transfoam a trickling 
upsurge into juggernaut suds,
then my Dark Cow, I'll be your

Arthur Rowboat, Arthur Roambuoy, Arthur
Rainbouncingoffapromotionaloversizedpoolswinchequeforalife­raft.
& your Arthur La-mer-devant-le-corbeau (that's a clouseau). 
If she could 'ave, Mina Loy've 
done it for her Herbert Huncke of Dada,
her overbored boxer, she'd 'ave sea-reslashingly 
uncapsized her artfist nearlyman alive,
dredged his breathing bones dry 
from the shaggydog spume, 
history's plughole. 
Ventilating his vox Mary Celeste
w/ marine muscles as glittering as the caudal flex 
of a mermaid's dugong derrière.
But my Dark Seacow only has 
high seas seeyas in her eyes,
no snogxygen to resurrecconvect me back 
to warm Salina Cruz blues, to the Cape Of Dorian Hope
w/ passionate artificial respiration 
l/ I was a yawner before a Tijuana 

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