the invasion of invisible aliens
standing at the corner of 1st & 3rd
waiting for the light to turn green
fingers tumble down pockets
only to resurface empty-handed
unnoticed by the masses
newly born immigrants jaywalk
these inner city streets
crossing four lanes once occupied
by gas-powered vehicles
I’m told they’re everywhere
but mostly inside your head
emptying out your pockets like
some sort of arcane video game
I used to walk the streets at night
but it became too bright
making me feel like a second class citizen
like a moving target dodging
in and out of alleyways
february two thousand seventeen
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved
jdubqca 
I love the last two stanzas!
thank you very much
I love reading poetry, it’s because I get to read such beautiful poems as this.
thank you very much friend
My pleasure!
The invisible ones are the most terrifying.
Yes, indeed they are….
Yes it’s mostly the one inside your head that’s worst.