Dedicated to the memory of Michael LaBonte Rest in Peace


Our friend and collaborator, Michael
LaBonte, recently passed away. He had 
lived for almost 41 years, and we had 
only known him 1+1/2.
This page is dedicated to his memory,
as will be a forthcoming issue of the
Dissociated Press. Please say a prayer
for his Spirit. He will be dearly missed.

Michael's Art
Michael's Poetry

Some of Michael's artwork


"Skunch": Eldro, Erin, and Michael = the band Skunch


Untitled


Some of Mike's poetry + writing


It moves at will
Hovering overhill
It gives us the pill
It is not our will

To fornicate with joy
AIDS came to destroy
at first just fags
Now poor blacks

Bush will die
Under my eye
I will lift no finger
To render him asunder

Plague of entertainment
is used to emanate
The truth is great
that we need not hate

surely this is the
Beginning of the End
a descent into madness
as usual
Like clockwork
coincidence, already
too many
chance meetings
with people I haven't 
seen in ages
just now
Tinuviel and Gretchen
Why should I, yet I do
wonder their assessment
of my folly
over and over again
like clockwork
Angry they must know 
Arrogant, cruel
Unreachable
My cruelty boundless
My insanity always
bubbling, threatening confinement of my genius
they may be

Hysterical again
Teenage girl
Romantic decisions
to shape a plump heart
Insert me, the heroine
Mythic largeness
Impending doom