Bad,bad boys.

[heslopian]

[font=Tahoma]edit 1 billy, Indie

The burnished boys stand outside Inn, fuming unfashionably. Bad, bad boys. Should there be a "the" before "Inn"?
Their bright albedos, with hair but a gesture,
parted no longer by mothers demented, or long departed. The syntax here seems needlessly odd. How about just "demented or long departed mothers"?
Who washes behind the grey oyster shells?
Who spits on the hanky to rub?
Who chivvies and cherishes, loves and protects?
Who cares for and cuddles the bad, bad boys?

The burnished boys from summer suns, stumble and mumble. Is the comma needed? Bad, bad boys.
Slack-jawed and toothless,
drooped and dishevelled,
fish-eyed in tankards, bottoms high.
Two glasses will fill them, tight bladders  will them
to void like babies. How exactly do they "void like babies"? Do you mean they wet themselves. Avoiding the shame
with  proud peer hubris Odd combination of words. I think this might work better if you picked just one, for instance: "Avoiding the shame/with pride," "with hubris" or "for their peer's."; it's  accepted behaviour for bad, bad boys.

But deep in their eyes, sunken and sightless, in the dark that comes even to bad, bad boys; Should this be a comma?
Faint glints of memory slip to the surface,
Floating like motes on the corneal rheum .
Away on an ocean of Sunday sailing,
paddles and buckets, sand castles and suns; Ditto. Also, Why are the first letters of all but this line capitalised in this verse?
Father’s tobacco, sweet burnt sugar, tart apples purloined by those bad, bad boys.

Adrift on the dream-sea, one then the other, Is this comma needed? It bumped the rhythm a bit for me. looks lost but remembers the bad, bad boys.
Do you remember? Which of us was it, who leapt in the water,
naked and shivered?Space needed here. Also, shouldn't that be "shivering"?It can’t have been me.
I would have remembered, but now that you tell of it, yes. Maybe.
Talk of the sum of all that  you cherish.
Ah yes, we had good times, we bad, bad boys.

Now and then in your edit you put one too many spaces in between words, such as between "with" and "proud" in verse two.
Otherwise I really enjoyed this. It's a great mix of elegiac elements dealing with memories and lost mothers, and light banter about drinking and "good times." The repetition of "bad, bad boys" felt slightly camp, which I liked. I think that's what I like about this poem, the clash of styles which somehow works. It's feathery on the surface, but conceals a poignancy.
All critique is JMHO. Thanks for the read.