Send Me

[Bunx]

To die with the heart intact,
to live as if all is possible.
Lights flash in all colours 'possible' // Maybe "plausible" to avoid repetition 
zigzagging or starred out like fireworks.

Send me September.
Send me oodles of noodles. // I think you could get rid of "send me" in lines 2 and 3
Send me seeking some sort of redemption,
locked in a memory stick
or with a nude in a garden.

To give something back, small tokens, 
bottle tops shaped like the past.
Those bright hallways, // Maybe get rid of those
rock and roll careening 
wall to wall, room to room.

What was kissing then 
but an endless pleasure. 
I know it's corny but it's true. 

This poem is super fun, and I really like where it is heading. Just a few suggestions to play with rhythm and flow!
All the best
Bunx