We Be Ludere

The root-tune of our being being this nightsweltering in the boybunks.

Owl-absonant sensesurround of sweatshine and moonklieg insomnia both.

The mustangy (shin-shank) clash of us hopped-up spiral-eyed on sun-tea and the sugars.

« en garde your ownself you I could kill you again easy »

Unsweet unsmotherable systole-diastole (and back again) (and so forth)

of the instigator v. the aggravoked; unbridleable-arterial
 

brotherbeat

of kick-poke (and pester-choke and parry) play at play.