It's Still Life

Burning Up and Up

I recall blue smoke rising
like a genie from my cigarette.

Catching the tide of air, lazing
on an invisible byway.
Curling down the hallway,
up the stairs, up and up,

and burning my future
into a barren dessert.

Two prompts combined. Nudge #12 Choose a myth, a fable, a parable or teaching tale. Make that the context of your poem, and NovPAD Day 9.