Mayakovsky In Flying Galoshes Poem by Alexandre Nodopaka

is the traditional way to see the poet.
Anyway that's not the way the giant poet was.

He wasn't soft nor short nor pudgy and I see him
booted in hush puppies

crushing their delicate fur under his stinking feet
spreading the length and breadth of his stature.

Since he was heavy into marketing how about
a pair of AirJordan with extendable wings

to propel our poet into the stratosphere if not
next to Icarus then just out of the searing heat.