Try to Maneuver

I lost a list given to me/of one timers and upstarts,/ I hit my head in a nocturne/ I washed my electric blue suits./I had dizzy schemes,/in a dizzy rain,/ each time I split/ my head wide open./I picked myself up,/like leaves from branches ,/ I sponged my blood red scalp. /I dress like sentries/ in a clean blue suit/I move in on serious suspects.