Churning Minds (at the bar)

It's hot inside my head
Staring out at the world
From behind dirty windows
Stained glass eyes
Holding in the flames
One little thought
Stifled, no longer the
Enemy
Shattering the moment
Then splintered apart like
An ice-covered river
Water rushing through
Filling up every crevice
Drowning out
The crackling of the fire
Static now
A shell of their former
Self
Cleansed from poison skies
Yet still overcast
Waiting for the seasons
To blacken windows
Now repaired
As the days pass by
Flowing like the wind
Meandering sunbeams play
Like tiny needles
Sewing fate
Caressing the embers
Just a faint glow to
Warm the heart
And remind me
Of the churning mind
making my head hot.